[♦] But O! the devil’—there the villain stopp’d;
[♦] Whilst Dighton thus told on: ‘We smothered
The most replenished sweet work of nature
[♦] That from the prime creation e’er she framed.’
[20] Thus both are gone with conscience and remorse;
They could not speak; and so I left them both,
[♦] To bring this tidings to the bloody king.
And here he comes.
Enter KING RICHARD.
[♦] All hail, my sovereign liege!