[♦] Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men
[♦] To turn their own points on their masters’ bosoms:
[25] Now Margaret’s curse is fallen upon my head;
‘When he,’ quoth she, ‘shall split thy heart with sorrow,
Remember Margaret was a prophetess.’
[♦] Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame;
[♦] Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. [Exeunt.
feb SCENE II. The camp near Tamworth.
Enter RICHMOND, OXFORD, BLUNT, HERBERT, and others, with drum and colours.
[♦] Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends,