William Shakespeare,
King Richard III
“ We give to thee our guiltless blood to drink. GREY. Now Margaret’s curse is fall’n upon our heads, When she exclaimed on Hastings, you, and I, For standing by when Richard stabbed her son. RIVERS. Then cursed she Richard, then cursed she Buckingham, Then cursed she Hastings. O, remember, God, To hear her prayer for them, as now for us! And for my sister and her princely sons, Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood, Which, as thou know’st, unjustly must be spilt. RATCLIFFE. Make haste. The hour of death is expiate. RIVERS. Come, Grey, come, Vaughan, let us here embrace. ”
