Help, soldiers! help!
Murray. The soldiers are with us.
Richard.Ah well! then I alone defy you all!
[He puts his hand to his side to draw his sword.
How now! my hand th' avenging blade doth lack!
Father, why didst thou take away my sword?
Cromwell [aside.]Poor Richard!
Ormond [to Richard.] Sir, I truly grieve for you.
Take my advice:—withdraw; leave the King's men
To do their will.
Richard. To do your will? O Heaven!
I ask no mercy. Kill me here with him,
Upon his body!
Cromwell [aside.]
'Twould be too barbarous that he should die,
Of his own motion, with a spurious Cromwell!
Rosebery [trying to sooth Richard.
Richard—
Richard [still clinging to Rochester.
No! strike me with your heartless blades,
Or I will save him!
Rochester [waking with a start and joining in the struggle.
'Sdeath! You're choking me!
[All paused as if turned to stone.
Ormond. Great Heaven! what voice is that I hear?