Speeches (Lines) for Boy in "History of Richard III"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 II / 2
  • Tell me, good grandam, is our father dead?
  • Tell me, good grandam, is our father dead?
  • Duke of Buckingham. We wait upon your grace.

    Boy. Tell me, good grandam, is our father dead?

2 II / 2
  • Why do you wring your hands, and beat your breast,
    And cry 'O Clarence, my u...
  • Why do you wring your hands, and beat your breast,
    And cry 'O Clarence, my unhappy son!'
  • Duchess of York. No, boy.

    Boy. Why do you wring your hands, and beat your breast,
    And cry 'O Clarence, my unhappy son!'

3 II / 2
  • Then, grandam, you conclude that he is dead.
    The king my uncle is to blame f...
  • Then, grandam, you conclude that he is dead.
    The king my uncle is to blame for this:
    God will revenge it; whom I will importune
    With daily prayers all to that effect.
  • Duchess of York. My pretty cousins, you mistake me much;
    I do lament the sickness of the king.
    As loath to lose him, not your father's death;
    It were lost sorrow to wail one that's lost.

    Boy. Then, grandam, you conclude that he is dead.
    The king my uncle is to blame for this:
    God will revenge it; whom I will importune
    With daily prayers all to that effect.

4 II / 2
  • Grandam, we can; for my good uncle Gloucester
    Told me, the king, provoked by...
  • Grandam, we can; for my good uncle Gloucester
    Told me, the king, provoked by the queen,
    Devised impeachments to imprison him :
    And when my uncle told me so, he wept,
    And hugg'd me in his arm, and kindly kiss'd my cheek;
    Bade me rely on him as on my father,
    And he would love me dearly as his child.
  • Duchess of York. Peace, children, peace! the king doth love you well:
    Incapable and shallow innocents,
    You cannot guess who caused your father's death.

    Boy. Grandam, we can; for my good uncle Gloucester
    Told me, the king, provoked by the queen,
    Devised impeachments to imprison him :
    And when my uncle told me so, he wept,
    And hugg'd me in his arm, and kindly kiss'd my cheek;
    Bade me rely on him as on my father,
    And he would love me dearly as his child.

5 II / 2
  • Think you my uncle did dissemble, grandam?
  • Think you my uncle did dissemble, grandam?
  • Duchess of York. Oh, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
    And with a virtuous vizard hide foul guile!
    He is my son; yea, and therein my shame;
    Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit.

    Boy. Think you my uncle did dissemble, grandam?

6 II / 2
  • I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this?
    [Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, with he...
  • I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this?
    [Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, with her hair about her]
    ears; RIVERS, and DORSET after her]
  • Duchess of York. Ay, boy.

    Boy. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this?
    [Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, with her hair about her]
    ears; RIVERS, and DORSET after her]

7 II / 2
  • Good aunt, you wept not for our father's death;
    How can we aid you with our...
  • Good aunt, you wept not for our father's death;
    How can we aid you with our kindred tears?
  • Duchess of York. Ah, so much interest have I in thy sorrow
    As I had title in thy noble husband!
    I have bewept a worthy husband's death,
    And lived by looking on his images:
    But now two mirrors of his princely semblance
    Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death,
    And I for comfort have but one false glass,
    Which grieves me when I see my shame in him.
    Thou art a widow; yet thou art a mother,
    And hast the comfort of thy children left thee:
    But death hath snatch'd my husband from mine arms,
    And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble limbs,
    Edward and Clarence. O, what cause have I,
    Thine being but a moiety of my grief,
    To overgo thy plaints and drown thy cries!

    Boy. Good aunt, you wept not for our father's death;
    How can we aid you with our kindred tears?

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