Speeches (Lines) for Lord Mayor of London in "History of Richard III"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 III / 1
  • God bless your grace with health and happy days!
  • God bless your grace with health and happy days!
  • Duke of Gloucester. My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet you.

    Lord Mayor of London. God bless your grace with health and happy days!

2 III / 5
  • What, had he so?
  • What, had he so?
  • Duke of Buckingham. Well, well, he was the covert'st shelter'd traitor
    That ever lived.
    Would you imagine, or almost believe,
    Were't not that, by great preservation,
    We live to tell it you, the subtle traitor
    This day had plotted, in the council-house
    To murder me and my good Lord of Gloucester?

    Lord Mayor of London. What, had he so?

3 III / 5
  • Now, fair befall you! he deserved his death;
    And you my good lords, both hav...
  • Now, fair befall you! he deserved his death;
    And you my good lords, both have well proceeded,
    To warn false traitors from the like attempts.
    I never look'd for better at his hands,
    After he once fell in with Mistress Shore.
  • Duke of Gloucester. What, think You we are Turks or infidels?
    Or that we would, against the form of law,
    Proceed thus rashly to the villain's death,
    But that the extreme peril of the case,
    The peace of England and our persons' safety,
    Enforced us to this execution?

    Lord Mayor of London. Now, fair befall you! he deserved his death;
    And you my good lords, both have well proceeded,
    To warn false traitors from the like attempts.
    I never look'd for better at his hands,
    After he once fell in with Mistress Shore.

4 III / 5
  • But, my good lord, your grace's word shall serve,
    As well as I had seen and...
  • But, my good lord, your grace's word shall serve,
    As well as I had seen and heard him speak
    And doubt you not, right noble princes both,
    But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens
    With all your just proceedings in this cause.
  • Duke of Gloucester. Yet had not we determined he should die,
    Until your lordship came to see his death;
    Which now the loving haste of these our friends,
    Somewhat against our meaning, have prevented:
    Because, my lord, we would have had you heard
    The traitor speak, and timorously confess
    The manner and the purpose of his treason;
    That you might well have signified the same
    Unto the citizens, who haply may
    Misconstrue us in him and wail his death.

    Lord Mayor of London. But, my good lord, your grace's word shall serve,
    As well as I had seen and heard him speak
    And doubt you not, right noble princes both,
    But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens
    With all your just proceedings in this cause.

5 III / 7
  • Marry, God forbid his grace should say us nay!
  • Marry, God forbid his grace should say us nay!
  • Duke of Buckingham. Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an Edward!
    He is not lolling on a lewd day-bed,
    But on his knees at meditation;
    Not dallying with a brace of courtezans,
    But meditating with two deep divines;
    Not sleeping, to engross his idle body,
    But praying, to enrich his watchful soul:
    Happy were England, would this gracious prince
    Take on himself the sovereignty thereof:
    But, sure, I fear, we shall ne'er win him to it.

    Lord Mayor of London. Marry, God forbid his grace should say us nay!

6 III / 7
  • See, where he stands between two clergymen!
  • See, where he stands between two clergymen!
  • Duke of Buckingham. Sorry I am my noble cousin should
    Suspect me, that I mean no good to him:
    By heaven, I come in perfect love to him;
    And so once more return and tell his grace.
    [Exit CATESBY]
    When holy and devout religious men
    Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence,
    So sweet is zealous contemplation.
    [Enter GLOUCESTER aloft, between two Bishops.]
    CATESBY returns]

    Lord Mayor of London. See, where he stands between two clergymen!

7 III / 7
  • Do, good my lord, your citizens entreat you.
  • Do, good my lord, your citizens entreat you.
  • Duke of Buckingham. My lord, this argues conscience in your grace;
    But the respects thereof are nice and trivial,
    All circumstances well considered.
    You say that Edward is your brother's son:
    So say we too, but not by Edward's wife;
    For first he was contract to Lady Lucy--
    Your mother lives a witness to that vow--
    And afterward by substitute betroth'd
    To Bona, sister to the King of France.
    These both put by a poor petitioner,
    A care-crazed mother of a many children,
    A beauty-waning and distressed widow,
    Even in the afternoon of her best days,
    Made prize and purchase of his lustful eye,
    Seduced the pitch and height of all his thoughts
    To base declension and loathed bigamy
    By her, in his unlawful bed, he got
    This Edward, whom our manners term the prince.
    More bitterly could I expostulate,
    Save that, for reverence to some alive,
    I give a sparing limit to my tongue.
    Then, good my lord, take to your royal self
    This proffer'd benefit of dignity;
    If non to bless us and the land withal,
    Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry
    From the corruption of abusing times,
    Unto a lineal true-derived course.

    Lord Mayor of London. Do, good my lord, your citizens entreat you.

8 III / 7
  • God bless your grace! we see it, and will say it.
  • God bless your grace! we see it, and will say it.
  • Duke of Gloucester. Would you enforce me to a world of care?
    Well, call them again. I am not made of stone,
    But penetrable to your. kind entreats,
    Albeit against my conscience and my soul.
    [Re-enter BUCKINGHAM and the rest]
    Cousin of Buckingham, and you sage, grave men,
    Since you will buckle fortune on my back,
    To bear her burthen, whether I will or no,
    I must have patience to endure the load:
    But if black scandal or foul-faced reproach
    Attend the sequel of your imposition,
    Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me
    From all the impure blots and stains thereof;
    For God he knows, and you may partly see,
    How far I am from the desire thereof.

    Lord Mayor of London. God bless your grace! we see it, and will say it.

9 III / 7
  • [with citizens] Amen.
  • [with citizens] Amen.
  • Duke of Buckingham. Then I salute you with this kingly title:
    Long live Richard, England's royal king!

    Lord Mayor of London. [with citizens] Amen.

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