Speeches (Lines) for Queen Elizabeth in "History of Richard III"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 I / 3
  • If he were dead, what would betide of me?
  • If he were dead, what would betide of me?
  • Lord Grey. In that you brook it in, it makes him worse:
    Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort,
    And cheer his grace with quick and merry words.

    Queen Elizabeth. If he were dead, what would betide of me?

2 I / 3
  • The loss of such a lord includes all harm.
  • The loss of such a lord includes all harm.
  • Lord (Earl) Rivers. No other harm but loss of such a lord.

    Queen Elizabeth. The loss of such a lord includes all harm.

3 I / 3
  • Oh, he is young and his minority
    Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloucester...
  • Oh, he is young and his minority
    Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloucester,
    A man that loves not me, nor none of you.
  • Lord Grey. The heavens have bless'd you with a goodly son,
    To be your comforter when he is gone.

    Queen Elizabeth. Oh, he is young and his minority
    Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloucester,
    A man that loves not me, nor none of you.

4 I / 3
  • It is determined, not concluded yet:
    But so it must be, if the king miscarry...
  • It is determined, not concluded yet:
    But so it must be, if the king miscarry.
  • Lord (Earl) Rivers. Is it concluded that he shall be protector?

    Queen Elizabeth. It is determined, not concluded yet:
    But so it must be, if the king miscarry.

5 I / 3
  • The Countess Richmond, good my Lord of Derby.
    To your good prayers will scar...
  • The Countess Richmond, good my Lord of Derby.
    To your good prayers will scarcely say amen.
    Yet, Derby, notwithstanding she's your wife,
    And loves not me, be you, good lord, assured
    I hate not you for her proud arrogance.
  • Sir William Stanley. God make your majesty joyful as you have been!

    Queen Elizabeth. The Countess Richmond, good my Lord of Derby.
    To your good prayers will scarcely say amen.
    Yet, Derby, notwithstanding she's your wife,
    And loves not me, be you, good lord, assured
    I hate not you for her proud arrogance.

6 I / 3
  • What likelihood of his amendment, lords?
  • What likelihood of his amendment, lords?
  • Sir William Stanley. But now the Duke of Buckingham and I
    Are come from visiting his majesty.

    Queen Elizabeth. What likelihood of his amendment, lords?

7 I / 3
  • God grant him health! Did you confer with him?
  • God grant him health! Did you confer with him?
  • Duke of Buckingham. Madam, good hope; his grace speaks cheerfully.

    Queen Elizabeth. God grant him health! Did you confer with him?

8 I / 3
  • Would all were well! but that will never be
    I fear our happiness is at the h...
  • Would all were well! but that will never be
    I fear our happiness is at the highest.
  • Duke of Buckingham. Madam, we did: he desires to make atonement
    Betwixt the Duke of Gloucester and your brothers,
    And betwixt them and my lord chamberlain;
    And sent to warn them to his royal presence.

    Queen Elizabeth. Would all were well! but that will never be
    I fear our happiness is at the highest.

9 I / 3
  • Brother of Gloucester, you mistake the matter.
    The king, of his own royal di...
  • Brother of Gloucester, you mistake the matter.
    The king, of his own royal disposition,
    And not provoked by any suitor else;
    Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred,
    Which in your outward actions shows itself
    Against my kindred, brothers, and myself,
    Makes him to send; that thereby he may gather
    The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it.
  • Duke of Gloucester. To thee, that hast nor honesty nor grace.
    When have I injured thee? when done thee wrong?
    Or thee? or thee? or any of your faction?
    A plague upon you all! His royal person,--
    Whom God preserve better than you would wish!--
    Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-while,
    But you must trouble him with lewd complaints.

    Queen Elizabeth. Brother of Gloucester, you mistake the matter.
    The king, of his own royal disposition,
    And not provoked by any suitor else;
    Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred,
    Which in your outward actions shows itself
    Against my kindred, brothers, and myself,
    Makes him to send; that thereby he may gather
    The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it.

10 I / 3
  • Come, come, we know your meaning, brother
    Gloucester;
    You envy my advanc...
  • Come, come, we know your meaning, brother
    Gloucester;
    You envy my advancement and my friends':
    God grant we never may have need of you!
  • Duke of Gloucester. I cannot tell: the world is grown so bad,
    That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch:
    Since every Jack became a gentleman
    There's many a gentle person made a Jack.

    Queen Elizabeth. Come, come, we know your meaning, brother
    Gloucester;
    You envy my advancement and my friends':
    God grant we never may have need of you!

11 I / 3
  • By Him that raised me to this careful height
    From that contented hap which I...
  • By Him that raised me to this careful height
    From that contented hap which I enjoy'd,
    I never did incense his majesty
    Against the Duke of Clarence, but have been
    An earnest advocate to plead for him.
    My lord, you do me shameful injury,
    Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects.
  • Duke of Gloucester. Meantime, God grants that we have need of you:
    Your brother is imprison'd by your means,
    Myself disgraced, and the nobility
    Held in contempt; whilst many fair promotions
    Are daily given to ennoble those
    That scarce, some two days since, were worth a noble.

    Queen Elizabeth. By Him that raised me to this careful height
    From that contented hap which I enjoy'd,
    I never did incense his majesty
    Against the Duke of Clarence, but have been
    An earnest advocate to plead for him.
    My lord, you do me shameful injury,
    Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects.

12 I / 3
  • My Lord of Gloucester, I have too long borne
    Your blunt upbraidings and your...
  • My Lord of Gloucester, I have too long borne
    Your blunt upbraidings and your bitter scoffs:
    By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty
    With those gross taunts I often have endured.
    I had rather be a country servant-maid
    Than a great queen, with this condition,
    To be thus taunted, scorn'd, and baited at:
    [Enter QUEEN MARGARET, behind]
    Small joy have I in being England's queen.
  • Duke of Gloucester. What, marry, may she! marry with a king,
    A bachelor, a handsome stripling too:
    I wis your grandam had a worser match.

    Queen Elizabeth. My Lord of Gloucester, I have too long borne
    Your blunt upbraidings and your bitter scoffs:
    By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty
    With those gross taunts I often have endured.
    I had rather be a country servant-maid
    Than a great queen, with this condition,
    To be thus taunted, scorn'd, and baited at:
    [Enter QUEEN MARGARET, behind]
    Small joy have I in being England's queen.

13 I / 3
  • As little joy, my lord, as you suppose
    You should enjoy, were you this count...
  • As little joy, my lord, as you suppose
    You should enjoy, were you this country's king,
    As little joy may you suppose in me.
    That I enjoy, being the queen thereof.
  • Duke of Gloucester. If I should be! I had rather be a pedlar:
    Far be it from my heart, the thought of it!

    Queen Elizabeth. As little joy, my lord, as you suppose
    You should enjoy, were you this country's king,
    As little joy may you suppose in me.
    That I enjoy, being the queen thereof.

14 I / 3
  • So just is God, to right the innocent.
  • So just is God, to right the innocent.
  • Duke of Gloucester. The curse my noble father laid on thee,
    When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper
    And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes,
    And then, to dry them, gavest the duke a clout
    Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland--
    His curses, then from bitterness of soul
    Denounced against thee, are all fall'n upon thee;
    And God, not we, hath plagued thy bloody deed.

    Queen Elizabeth. So just is God, to right the innocent.

15 I / 3
  • Thus have you breathed your curse against yourself.
  • Thus have you breathed your curse against yourself.
  • Duke of Gloucester. 'Tis done by me, and ends in 'Margaret.'

    Queen Elizabeth. Thus have you breathed your curse against yourself.

16 I / 3
  • I never did her any, to my knowledge.
  • I never did her any, to my knowledge.
  • Duke of Gloucester. I cannot blame her: by God's holy mother,
    She hath had too much wrong; and I repent
    My part thereof that I have done to her.

    Queen Elizabeth. I never did her any, to my knowledge.

17 I / 3
  • Catesby, we come. Lords, will you go with us?
  • Catesby, we come. Lords, will you go with us?
  • Sir William Catesby. Madam, his majesty doth call for you,
    And for your grace; and you, my noble lords.

    Queen Elizabeth. Catesby, we come. Lords, will you go with us?

18 II / 1
  • Here, Hastings; I will never more remember
    Our former hatred, so thrive I an...
  • Here, Hastings; I will never more remember
    Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine!
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Madam, yourself are not exempt in this,
    Nor your son Dorset, Buckingham, nor you;
    You have been factious one against the other,
    Wife, love Lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand;
    And what you do, do it unfeignedly.

    Queen Elizabeth. Here, Hastings; I will never more remember
    Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine!

19 II / 1
  • A holy day shall this be kept hereafter:
    I would to God all strifes were wel...
  • A holy day shall this be kept hereafter:
    I would to God all strifes were well compounded.
    My sovereign liege, I do beseech your majesty
    To take our brother Clarence to your grace.
  • Duke of Gloucester. A blessed labour, my most sovereign liege:
    Amongst this princely heap, if any here,
    By false intelligence, or wrong surmise,
    Hold me a foe;
    If I unwittingly, or in my rage,
    Have aught committed that is hardly borne
    By any in this presence, I desire
    To reconcile me to his friendly peace:
    'Tis death to me to be at enmity;
    I hate it, and desire all good men's love.
    First, madam, I entreat true peace of you,
    Which I will purchase with my duteous service;
    Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham,
    If ever any grudge were lodged between us;
    Of you, Lord Rivers, and, Lord Grey, of you;
    That without desert have frown'd on me;
    Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen; indeed, of all.
    I do not know that Englishman alive
    With whom my soul is any jot at odds
    More than the infant that is born to-night
    I thank my God for my humility.

    Queen Elizabeth. A holy day shall this be kept hereafter:
    I would to God all strifes were well compounded.
    My sovereign liege, I do beseech your majesty
    To take our brother Clarence to your grace.

20 II / 1
  • All seeing heaven, what a world is this!
  • All seeing heaven, what a world is this!
  • Lord (Earl) Rivers. Who knows not he is dead! who knows he is?

    Queen Elizabeth. All seeing heaven, what a world is this!

21 II / 2
  • Oh, who shall hinder me to wail and weep,
    To chide my fortune, and torment m...
  • Oh, who shall hinder me to wail and weep,
    To chide my fortune, and torment myself?
    I'll join with black despair against my soul,
    And to myself become an enemy.
  • Boy. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this?
    [Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, with her hair about her]
    ears; RIVERS, and DORSET after her]

    Queen Elizabeth. Oh, who shall hinder me to wail and weep,
    To chide my fortune, and torment myself?
    I'll join with black despair against my soul,
    And to myself become an enemy.

22 II / 2
  • To make an act of tragic violence:
    Edward, my lord, your son, our king, is d...
  • To make an act of tragic violence:
    Edward, my lord, your son, our king, is dead.
    Why grow the branches now the root is wither'd?
    Why wither not the leaves the sap being gone?
    If you will live, lament; if die, be brief,
    That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's;
    Or, like obedient subjects, follow him
    To his new kingdom of perpetual rest.
  • Duchess of York. What means this scene of rude impatience?

    Queen Elizabeth. To make an act of tragic violence:
    Edward, my lord, your son, our king, is dead.
    Why grow the branches now the root is wither'd?
    Why wither not the leaves the sap being gone?
    If you will live, lament; if die, be brief,
    That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's;
    Or, like obedient subjects, follow him
    To his new kingdom of perpetual rest.

23 II / 2
  • Give me no help in lamentation;
    I am not barren to bring forth complaints
  • Give me no help in lamentation;
    I am not barren to bring forth complaints
    All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes,
    That I, being govern'd by the watery moon,
    May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world!
    Oh for my husband, for my dear lord Edward!
  • Girl. Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd;
    Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept!

    Queen Elizabeth. Give me no help in lamentation;
    I am not barren to bring forth complaints
    All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes,
    That I, being govern'd by the watery moon,
    May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world!
    Oh for my husband, for my dear lord Edward!

24 II / 2
  • What stay had I but Edward? and he's gone.
  • What stay had I but Edward? and he's gone.
  • Duchess of York. Alas for both, both mine, Edward and Clarence!

    Queen Elizabeth. What stay had I but Edward? and he's gone.

25 II / 2
  • Was never widow had so dear a loss!
  • Was never widow had so dear a loss!
  • Duchess of York. What stays had I but they? and they are gone.

    Queen Elizabeth. Was never widow had so dear a loss!

26 II / 2
  • [with the Duchess of York] With all our harts.
  • [with the Duchess of York] With all our harts.
  • Duke of Gloucester. Then be it so; and go we to determine
    Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow.
    Madam, and you, my mother, will you go
    To give your censures in this weighty business?

    Queen Elizabeth. [with the Duchess of York] With all our harts.

27 II / 4
  • But I hear, no; they say my son of York
    Hath almost overta'en him in his gro...
  • But I hear, no; they say my son of York
    Hath almost overta'en him in his growth.
  • Duchess of York. I long with all my heart to see the prince:
    I hope he is much grown since last I saw him.

    Queen Elizabeth. But I hear, no; they say my son of York
    Hath almost overta'en him in his growth.

28 II / 4
  • A parlous boy: go to, you are too shrewd.
  • A parlous boy: go to, you are too shrewd.
  • Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester). If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me.

    Queen Elizabeth. A parlous boy: go to, you are too shrewd.

29 II / 4
  • Pitchers have ears.
  • Pitchers have ears.
  • Thomas Rotherham. Good madam, be not angry with the child.

    Queen Elizabeth. Pitchers have ears.

30 II / 4
  • How fares the prince?
  • How fares the prince?
  • Messenger. Such news, my lord, as grieves me to unfold.

    Queen Elizabeth. How fares the prince?

31 II / 4
  • For what offence?
  • For what offence?
  • Messenger. The mighty dukes
    Gloucester and Buckingham.

    Queen Elizabeth. For what offence?

32 II / 4
  • Ay me, I see the downfall of our house!
    The tiger now hath seized the gentle...
  • Ay me, I see the downfall of our house!
    The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind;
    Insulting tyranny begins to jet
    Upon the innocent and aweless throne:
    Welcome, destruction, death, and massacre!
    I see, as in a map, the end of all.
  • Messenger. The sum of all I can, I have disclosed;
    Why or for what these nobles were committed
    Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.

    Queen Elizabeth. Ay me, I see the downfall of our house!
    The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind;
    Insulting tyranny begins to jet
    Upon the innocent and aweless throne:
    Welcome, destruction, death, and massacre!
    I see, as in a map, the end of all.

33 II / 4
  • Come, come, my boy; we will to sanctuary.
    Madam, farewell.
  • Come, come, my boy; we will to sanctuary.
    Madam, farewell.
  • Duchess of York. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days,
    How many of you have mine eyes beheld!
    My husband lost his life to get the crown;
    And often up and down my sons were toss'd,
    For me to joy and weep their gain and loss:
    And being seated, and domestic broils
    Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors.
    Make war upon themselves; blood against blood,
    Self against self: O, preposterous
    And frantic outrage, end thy damned spleen;
    Or let me die, to look on death no more!

    Queen Elizabeth. Come, come, my boy; we will to sanctuary.
    Madam, farewell.

34 II / 4
  • You have no cause.
  • You have no cause.
  • Duchess of York. I'll go along with you.

    Queen Elizabeth. You have no cause.

35 IV / 1
  • As much to you, good sister! Whither away?
  • As much to you, good sister! Whither away?
  • Lady Anne. God give your graces both
    A happy and a joyful time of day!

    Queen Elizabeth. As much to you, good sister! Whither away?

36 IV / 1
  • Kind sister, thanks: we'll enter all together.
    [Enter BRAKENBURY]
    And, i...
  • Kind sister, thanks: we'll enter all together.
    [Enter BRAKENBURY]
    And, in good time, here the lieutenant comes.
    Master lieutenant, pray you, by your leave,
    How doth the prince, and my young son of York?
  • Lady Anne. No farther than the Tower; and, as I guess,
    Upon the like devotion as yourselves,
    To gratulate the gentle princes there.

    Queen Elizabeth. Kind sister, thanks: we'll enter all together.
    [Enter BRAKENBURY]
    And, in good time, here the lieutenant comes.
    Master lieutenant, pray you, by your leave,
    How doth the prince, and my young son of York?

37 IV / 1
  • The king! why, who's that?
  • The king! why, who's that?
  • Sir Robert Brakenbury. Right well, dear madam. By your patience,
    I may not suffer you to visit them;
    The king hath straitly charged the contrary.

    Queen Elizabeth. The king! why, who's that?

38 IV / 1
  • The Lord protect him from that kingly title!
    Hath he set bounds betwixt thei...
  • The Lord protect him from that kingly title!
    Hath he set bounds betwixt their love and me?
    I am their mother; who should keep me from them?
  • Sir Robert Brakenbury. I cry you mercy: I mean the lord protector.

    Queen Elizabeth. The Lord protect him from that kingly title!
    Hath he set bounds betwixt their love and me?
    I am their mother; who should keep me from them?

39 IV / 1
  • O, cut my lace in sunder, that my pent heart
    May have some scope to beat, or...
  • O, cut my lace in sunder, that my pent heart
    May have some scope to beat, or else I swoon
    With this dead-killing news!
  • Sir William Stanley. Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence,
    And I'll salute your grace of York as mother,
    And reverend looker on, of two fair queens.
    [To LADY ANNE]
    Come, madam, you must straight to Westminster,
    There to be crowned Richard's royal queen.

    Queen Elizabeth. O, cut my lace in sunder, that my pent heart
    May have some scope to beat, or else I swoon
    With this dead-killing news!

40 IV / 1
  • O Dorset, speak not to me, get thee hence!
    Death and destruction dog thee at...
  • O Dorset, speak not to me, get thee hence!
    Death and destruction dog thee at the heels;
    Thy mother's name is ominous to children.
    If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas,
    And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell
    Go, hie thee, hie thee from this slaughter-house,
    Lest thou increase the number of the dead;
    And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse,
    Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen.
  • Marquis of Dorset. Be of good cheer: mother, how fares your grace?

    Queen Elizabeth. O Dorset, speak not to me, get thee hence!
    Death and destruction dog thee at the heels;
    Thy mother's name is ominous to children.
    If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas,
    And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell
    Go, hie thee, hie thee from this slaughter-house,
    Lest thou increase the number of the dead;
    And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse,
    Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen.

41 IV / 1
  • Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory
    To feed my humour, wish thyself no h...
  • Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory
    To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm.
  • Lady Anne. And I in all unwillingness will go.
    I would to God that the inclusive verge
    Of golden metal that must round my brow
    Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brain!
    Anointed let me be with deadly venom,
    And die, ere men can say, God save the queen!

    Queen Elizabeth. Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory
    To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm.

42 IV / 1
  • Poor heart, adieu! I pity thy complaining.
  • Poor heart, adieu! I pity thy complaining.
  • Lady Anne. No! why? When he that is my husband now
    Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse,
    When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his hands
    Which issued from my other angel husband
    And that dead saint which then I weeping follow'd;
    O, when, I say, I look'd on Richard's face,
    This was my wish: 'Be thou,' quoth I, ' accursed,
    For making me, so young, so old a widow!
    And, when thou wed'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed;
    And be thy wife--if any be so mad--
    As miserable by the life of thee
    As thou hast made me by my dear lord's death!
    Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again,
    Even in so short a space, my woman's heart
    Grossly grew captive to his honey words
    And proved the subject of my own soul's curse,
    Which ever since hath kept my eyes from rest;
    For never yet one hour in his bed
    Have I enjoy'd the golden dew of sleep,
    But have been waked by his timorous dreams.
    Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick;
    And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me.

    Queen Elizabeth. Poor heart, adieu! I pity thy complaining.

43 IV / 1
  • Farewell, thou woful welcomer of glory!
  • Farewell, thou woful welcomer of glory!
  • Lady Anne. No more than from my soul I mourn for yours.

    Queen Elizabeth. Farewell, thou woful welcomer of glory!

44 IV / 1
  • Stay, yet look back with me unto the Tower.
    Pity, you ancient stones, those...
  • Stay, yet look back with me unto the Tower.
    Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes
    Whom envy hath immured within your walls!
    Rough cradle for such little pretty ones!
    Rude ragged nurse, old sullen playfellow
    For tender princes, use my babies well!
    So foolish sorrow bids your stones farewell.
  • Duchess of York. [To DORSET]
    Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune guide thee!
    [To LADY ANNE]
    Go thou to Richard, and good angels guard thee!
    [To QUEEN ELIZABETH]
    Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts possess thee!
    I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me!
    Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen,
    And each hour's joy wrecked with a week of teen.

    Queen Elizabeth. Stay, yet look back with me unto the Tower.
    Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes
    Whom envy hath immured within your walls!
    Rough cradle for such little pretty ones!
    Rude ragged nurse, old sullen playfellow
    For tender princes, use my babies well!
    So foolish sorrow bids your stones farewell.

45 IV / 4
  • Ah, my young princes! ah, my tender babes!
    My unblown flowers, new-appearing...
  • Ah, my young princes! ah, my tender babes!
    My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets!
    If yet your gentle souls fly in the air
    And be not fix'd in doom perpetual,
    Hover about me with your airy wings
    And hear your mother's lamentation!
  • Queen Margaret. So, now prosperity begins to mellow
    And drop into the rotten mouth of death.
    Here in these confines slily have I lurk'd,
    To watch the waning of mine adversaries.
    A dire induction am I witness to,
    And will to France, hoping the consequence
    Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical.
    Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret: who comes here?

    Queen Elizabeth. Ah, my young princes! ah, my tender babes!
    My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets!
    If yet your gentle souls fly in the air
    And be not fix'd in doom perpetual,
    Hover about me with your airy wings
    And hear your mother's lamentation!

46 IV / 4
  • Wilt thou, O God, fly from such gentle lambs,
    And throw them in the entrails...
  • Wilt thou, O God, fly from such gentle lambs,
    And throw them in the entrails of the wolf?
    When didst thou sleep when such a deed was done?
  • Queen Margaret. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet.
    Edward for Edward pays a dying debt.

    Queen Elizabeth. Wilt thou, O God, fly from such gentle lambs,
    And throw them in the entrails of the wolf?
    When didst thou sleep when such a deed was done?

47 IV / 4
  • O, that thou wouldst as well afford a grave
    As thou canst yield a melancholy...
  • O, that thou wouldst as well afford a grave
    As thou canst yield a melancholy seat!
    Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here.
    O, who hath any cause to mourn but I?
  • Duchess of York. Blind sight, dead life, poor mortal living ghost,
    Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due by life usurp'd,
    Brief abstract and record of tedious days,
    Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth,
    [Sitting down]
    Unlawfully made drunk with innocents' blood!

    Queen Elizabeth. O, that thou wouldst as well afford a grave
    As thou canst yield a melancholy seat!
    Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here.
    O, who hath any cause to mourn but I?

48 IV / 4
  • O, thou didst prophesy the time would come
    That I should wish for thee to he...
  • O, thou didst prophesy the time would come
    That I should wish for thee to help me curse
    That bottled spider, that foul bunch-back'd toad!
  • Queen Margaret. Bear with me; I am hungry for revenge,
    And now I cloy me with beholding it.
    Thy Edward he is dead, that stabb'd my Edward:
    Thy other Edward dead, to quit my Edward;
    Young York he is but boot, because both they
    Match not the high perfection of my loss:
    Thy Clarence he is dead that kill'd my Edward;
    And the beholders of this tragic play,
    The adulterate Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey,
    Untimely smother'd in their dusky graves.
    Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer,
    Only reserved their factor, to buy souls
    And send them thither: but at hand, at hand,
    Ensues his piteous and unpitied end:
    Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar, saints pray.
    To have him suddenly convey'd away.
    Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I prey,
    That I may live to say, The dog is dead!

    Queen Elizabeth. O, thou didst prophesy the time would come
    That I should wish for thee to help me curse
    That bottled spider, that foul bunch-back'd toad!

49 IV / 4
  • O thou well skill'd in curses, stay awhile,
    And teach me how to curse mine e...
  • O thou well skill'd in curses, stay awhile,
    And teach me how to curse mine enemies!
  • Queen Margaret. I call'd thee then vain flourish of my fortune;
    I call'd thee then poor shadow, painted queen;
    The presentation of but what I was;
    The flattering index of a direful pageant;
    One heaved a-high, to be hurl'd down below;
    A mother only mock'd with two sweet babes;
    A dream of what thou wert, a breath, a bubble,
    A sign of dignity, a garish flag,
    To be the aim of every dangerous shot,
    A queen in jest, only to fill the scene.
    Where is thy husband now? where be thy brothers?
    Where are thy children? wherein dost thou, joy?
    Who sues to thee and cries 'God save the queen'?
    Where be the bending peers that flatter'd thee?
    Where be the thronging troops that follow'd thee?
    Decline all this, and see what now thou art:
    For happy wife, a most distressed widow;
    For joyful mother, one that wails the name;
    For queen, a very caitiff crown'd with care;
    For one being sued to, one that humbly sues;
    For one that scorn'd at me, now scorn'd of me;
    For one being fear'd of all, now fearing one;
    For one commanding all, obey'd of none.
    Thus hath the course of justice wheel'd about,
    And left thee but a very prey to time;
    Having no more but thought of what thou wert,
    To torture thee the more, being what thou art.
    Thou didst usurp my place, and dost thou not
    Usurp the just proportion of my sorrow?
    Now thy proud neck bears half my burthen'd yoke;
    From which even here I slip my weary neck,
    And leave the burthen of it all on thee.
    Farewell, York's wife, and queen of sad mischance:
    These English woes will make me smile in France.

    Queen Elizabeth. O thou well skill'd in curses, stay awhile,
    And teach me how to curse mine enemies!

50 IV / 4
  • My words are dull; O, quicken them with thine!
  • My words are dull; O, quicken them with thine!
  • Queen Margaret. Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days;
    Compare dead happiness with living woe;
    Think that thy babes were fairer than they were,
    And he that slew them fouler than he is:
    Bettering thy loss makes the bad causer worse:
    Revolving this will teach thee how to curse.

    Queen Elizabeth. My words are dull; O, quicken them with thine!

51 IV / 4
  • Windy attorneys to their client woes,
    Airy succeeders of intestate joys,
  • Windy attorneys to their client woes,
    Airy succeeders of intestate joys,
    Poor breathing orators of miseries!
    Let them have scope: though what they do impart
    Help not all, yet do they ease the heart.
  • Duchess of York. Why should calamity be full of words?

    Queen Elizabeth. Windy attorneys to their client woes,
    Airy succeeders of intestate joys,
    Poor breathing orators of miseries!
    Let them have scope: though what they do impart
    Help not all, yet do they ease the heart.

52 IV / 4
  • Hidest thou that forehead with a golden crown,
    Where should be graven, if th...
  • Hidest thou that forehead with a golden crown,
    Where should be graven, if that right were right,
    The slaughter of the prince that owed that crown,
    And the dire death of my two sons and brothers?
    Tell me, thou villain slave, where are my children?
  • Duchess of York. O, she that might have intercepted thee,
    By strangling thee in her accursed womb
    From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done!

    Queen Elizabeth. Hidest thou that forehead with a golden crown,
    Where should be graven, if that right were right,
    The slaughter of the prince that owed that crown,
    And the dire death of my two sons and brothers?
    Tell me, thou villain slave, where are my children?

53 IV / 4
  • Where is kind Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey?
  • Where is kind Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey?
  • Duchess of York. Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brother Clarence?
    And little Ned Plantagenet, his son?

    Queen Elizabeth. Where is kind Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey?

54 IV / 4
  • Though far more cause, yet much less spirit to curse
    Abides in me; I say ame...
  • Though far more cause, yet much less spirit to curse
    Abides in me; I say amen to all.
  • Duchess of York. Either thou wilt die, by God's just ordinance,
    Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror,
    Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish
    And never look upon thy face again.
    Therefore take with thee my most heavy curse;
    Which, in the day of battle, tire thee more
    Than all the complete armour that thou wear'st!
    My prayers on the adverse party fight;
    And there the little souls of Edward's children
    Whisper the spirits of thine enemies
    And promise them success and victory.
    Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;
    Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.

    Queen Elizabeth. Though far more cause, yet much less spirit to curse
    Abides in me; I say amen to all.

55 IV / 4
  • I have no more sons of the royal blood
    For thee to murder: for my daughters,...
  • I have no more sons of the royal blood
    For thee to murder: for my daughters, Richard,
    They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens;
    And therefore level not to hit their lives.
  • Richard III. Stay, madam; I must speak a word with you.

    Queen Elizabeth. I have no more sons of the royal blood
    For thee to murder: for my daughters, Richard,
    They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens;
    And therefore level not to hit their lives.

56 IV / 4
  • And must she die for this? O, let her live,
    And I'll corrupt her manners, st...
  • And must she die for this? O, let her live,
    And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty;
    Slander myself as false to Edward's bed;
    Throw over her the veil of infamy:
    So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter,
    I will confess she was not Edward's daughter.
  • Richard III. You have a daughter call'd Elizabeth,
    Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.

    Queen Elizabeth. And must she die for this? O, let her live,
    And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty;
    Slander myself as false to Edward's bed;
    Throw over her the veil of infamy:
    So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter,
    I will confess she was not Edward's daughter.

57 IV / 4
  • To save her life, I'll say she is not so.
  • To save her life, I'll say she is not so.
  • Richard III. Wrong not her birth, she is of royal blood.

    Queen Elizabeth. To save her life, I'll say she is not so.

58 IV / 4
  • And only in that safety died her brothers.
  • And only in that safety died her brothers.
  • Richard III. Her life is only safest in her birth.

    Queen Elizabeth. And only in that safety died her brothers.

59 IV / 4
  • No, to their lives bad friends were contrary.
  • No, to their lives bad friends were contrary.
  • Richard III. Lo, at their births good stars were opposite.

    Queen Elizabeth. No, to their lives bad friends were contrary.

60 IV / 4
  • True, when avoided grace makes destiny:
    My babes were destined to a fairer d...
  • True, when avoided grace makes destiny:
    My babes were destined to a fairer death,
    If grace had bless'd thee with a fairer life.
  • Richard III. All unavoided is the doom of destiny.

    Queen Elizabeth. True, when avoided grace makes destiny:
    My babes were destined to a fairer death,
    If grace had bless'd thee with a fairer life.

61 IV / 4
  • Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle cozen'd
    Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, fr...
  • Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle cozen'd
    Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life.
    Whose hand soever lanced their tender hearts,
    Thy head, all indirectly, gave direction:
    No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt
    Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart,
    To revel in the entrails of my lambs.
    But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame,
    My tongue should to thy ears not name my boys
    Till that my nails were anchor'd in thine eyes;
    And I, in such a desperate bay of death,
    Like a poor bark, of sails and tackling reft,
    Rush all to pieces on thy rocky bosom.
  • Richard III. You speak as if that I had slain my cousins.

    Queen Elizabeth. Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle cozen'd
    Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life.
    Whose hand soever lanced their tender hearts,
    Thy head, all indirectly, gave direction:
    No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt
    Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart,
    To revel in the entrails of my lambs.
    But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame,
    My tongue should to thy ears not name my boys
    Till that my nails were anchor'd in thine eyes;
    And I, in such a desperate bay of death,
    Like a poor bark, of sails and tackling reft,
    Rush all to pieces on thy rocky bosom.

62 IV / 4
  • What good is cover'd with the face of heaven,
    To be discover'd, that can do...
  • What good is cover'd with the face of heaven,
    To be discover'd, that can do me good?
  • Richard III. Madam, so thrive I in my enterprise
    And dangerous success of bloody wars,
    As I intend more good to you and yours,
    Than ever you or yours were by me wrong'd!

    Queen Elizabeth. What good is cover'd with the face of heaven,
    To be discover'd, that can do me good?

63 IV / 4
  • Up to some scaffold, there to lose their heads?
  • Up to some scaffold, there to lose their heads?
  • Richard III. The advancement of your children, gentle lady.

    Queen Elizabeth. Up to some scaffold, there to lose their heads?

64 IV / 4
  • Flatter my sorrows with report of it;
    Tell me what state, what dignity, what...
  • Flatter my sorrows with report of it;
    Tell me what state, what dignity, what honour,
    Canst thou demise to any child of mine?
  • Richard III. No, to the dignity and height of honour
    The high imperial type of this earth's glory.

    Queen Elizabeth. Flatter my sorrows with report of it;
    Tell me what state, what dignity, what honour,
    Canst thou demise to any child of mine?

65 IV / 4
  • Be brief, lest that be process of thy kindness
    Last longer telling than thy...
  • Be brief, lest that be process of thy kindness
    Last longer telling than thy kindness' date.
  • Richard III. Even all I have; yea, and myself and all,
    Will I withal endow a child of thine;
    So in the Lethe of thy angry soul
    Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs
    Which thou supposest I have done to thee.

    Queen Elizabeth. Be brief, lest that be process of thy kindness
    Last longer telling than thy kindness' date.

66 IV / 4
  • My daughter's mother thinks it with her soul.
  • My daughter's mother thinks it with her soul.
  • Richard III. Then know, that from my soul I love thy daughter.

    Queen Elizabeth. My daughter's mother thinks it with her soul.

67 IV / 4
  • That thou dost love my daughter from thy soul:
    So from thy soul's love didst...
  • That thou dost love my daughter from thy soul:
    So from thy soul's love didst thou love her brothers;
    And from my heart's love I do thank thee for it.
  • Richard III. What do you think?

    Queen Elizabeth. That thou dost love my daughter from thy soul:
    So from thy soul's love didst thou love her brothers;
    And from my heart's love I do thank thee for it.

68 IV / 4
  • Say then, who dost thou mean shall be her king?
  • Say then, who dost thou mean shall be her king?
  • Richard III. Be not so hasty to confound my meaning:
    I mean, that with my soul I love thy daughter,
    And mean to make her queen of England.

    Queen Elizabeth. Say then, who dost thou mean shall be her king?

69 IV / 4
  • What, thou?
  • What, thou?
  • Richard III. Even he that makes her queen who should be else?

    Queen Elizabeth. What, thou?

70 IV / 4
  • How canst thou woo her?
  • How canst thou woo her?
  • Richard III. I, even I: what think you of it, madam?

    Queen Elizabeth. How canst thou woo her?

71 IV / 4
  • And wilt thou learn of me?
  • And wilt thou learn of me?
  • Richard III. That would I learn of you,
    As one that are best acquainted with her humour.

    Queen Elizabeth. And wilt thou learn of me?

72 IV / 4
  • Send to her, by the man that slew her brothers,
    A pair of bleeding-hearts; t...
  • Send to her, by the man that slew her brothers,
    A pair of bleeding-hearts; thereon engrave
    Edward and York; then haply she will weep:
    Therefore present to her--as sometime Margaret
    Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood,--
    A handkerchief; which, say to her, did drain
    The purple sap from her sweet brother's body
    And bid her dry her weeping eyes therewith.
    If this inducement force her not to love,
    Send her a story of thy noble acts;
    Tell her thou madest away her uncle Clarence,
    Her uncle Rivers; yea, and, for her sake,
    Madest quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne.
  • Richard III. Madam, with all my heart.

    Queen Elizabeth. Send to her, by the man that slew her brothers,
    A pair of bleeding-hearts; thereon engrave
    Edward and York; then haply she will weep:
    Therefore present to her--as sometime Margaret
    Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood,--
    A handkerchief; which, say to her, did drain
    The purple sap from her sweet brother's body
    And bid her dry her weeping eyes therewith.
    If this inducement force her not to love,
    Send her a story of thy noble acts;
    Tell her thou madest away her uncle Clarence,
    Her uncle Rivers; yea, and, for her sake,
    Madest quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne.

73 IV / 4
  • There is no other way
    Unless thou couldst put on some other shape,
    And n...
  • There is no other way
    Unless thou couldst put on some other shape,
    And not be Richard that hath done all this.
  • Richard III. Come, come, you mock me; this is not the way
    To win our daughter.

    Queen Elizabeth. There is no other way
    Unless thou couldst put on some other shape,
    And not be Richard that hath done all this.

74 IV / 4
  • Nay, then indeed she cannot choose but hate thee,
    Having bought love with su...
  • Nay, then indeed she cannot choose but hate thee,
    Having bought love with such a bloody spoil.
  • Richard III. Say that I did all this for love of her.

    Queen Elizabeth. Nay, then indeed she cannot choose but hate thee,
    Having bought love with such a bloody spoil.

75 IV / 4
  • What were I best to say? her father's brother
    Would be her lord? or shall I...
  • What were I best to say? her father's brother
    Would be her lord? or shall I say, her uncle?
    Or, he that slew her brothers and her uncles?
    Under what title shall I woo for thee,
    That God, the law, my honour and her love,
    Can make seem pleasing to her tender years?
  • Richard III. Look, what is done cannot be now amended:
    Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes,
    Which after hours give leisure to repent.
    If I did take the kingdom from your sons,
    To make amends, Ill give it to your daughter.
    If I have kill'd the issue of your womb,
    To quicken your increase, I will beget
    Mine issue of your blood upon your daughter
    A grandam's name is little less in love
    Than is the doting title of a mother;
    They are as children but one step below,
    Even of your mettle, of your very blood;
    Of an one pain, save for a night of groans
    Endured of her, for whom you bid like sorrow.
    Your children were vexation to your youth,
    But mine shall be a comfort to your age.
    The loss you have is but a son being king,
    And by that loss your daughter is made queen.
    I cannot make you what amends I would,
    Therefore accept such kindness as I can.
    Dorset your son, that with a fearful soul
    Leads discontented steps in foreign soil,
    This fair alliance quickly shall call home
    To high promotions and great dignity:
    The king, that calls your beauteous daughter wife.
    Familiarly shall call thy Dorset brother;
    Again shall you be mother to a king,
    And all the ruins of distressful times
    Repair'd with double riches of content.
    What! we have many goodly days to see:
    The liquid drops of tears that you have shed
    Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl,
    Advantaging their loan with interest
    Of ten times double gain of happiness.
    Go, then my mother, to thy daughter go
    Make bold her bashful years with your experience;
    Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale
    Put in her tender heart the aspiring flame
    Of golden sovereignty; acquaint the princess
    With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys
    And when this arm of mine hath chastised
    The petty rebel, dull-brain'd Buckingham,
    Bound with triumphant garlands will I come
    And lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed;
    To whom I will retail my conquest won,
    And she shall be sole victress, Caesar's Caesar.

    Queen Elizabeth. What were I best to say? her father's brother
    Would be her lord? or shall I say, her uncle?
    Or, he that slew her brothers and her uncles?
    Under what title shall I woo for thee,
    That God, the law, my honour and her love,
    Can make seem pleasing to her tender years?

76 IV / 4
  • Which she shall purchase with still lasting war.
  • Which she shall purchase with still lasting war.
  • Richard III. Infer fair England's peace by this alliance.

    Queen Elizabeth. Which she shall purchase with still lasting war.

77 IV / 4
  • That at her hands which the king's King forbids.
  • That at her hands which the king's King forbids.
  • Richard III. Say that the king, which may command, entreats.

    Queen Elizabeth. That at her hands which the king's King forbids.

78 IV / 4
  • To wail the tide, as her mother doth.
  • To wail the tide, as her mother doth.
  • Richard III. Say, she shall be a high and mighty queen.

    Queen Elizabeth. To wail the tide, as her mother doth.

79 IV / 4
  • But how long shall that title 'ever' last?
  • But how long shall that title 'ever' last?
  • Richard III. Say, I will love her everlastingly.

    Queen Elizabeth. But how long shall that title 'ever' last?

80 IV / 4
  • But how long fairly shall her sweet lie last?
  • But how long fairly shall her sweet lie last?
  • Richard III. Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end.

    Queen Elizabeth. But how long fairly shall her sweet lie last?

81 IV / 4
  • So long as hell and Richard likes of it.
  • So long as hell and Richard likes of it.
  • Richard III. So long as heaven and nature lengthens it.

    Queen Elizabeth. So long as hell and Richard likes of it.

82 IV / 4
  • But she, your subject, loathes such sovereignty.
  • But she, your subject, loathes such sovereignty.
  • Richard III. Say, I, her sovereign, am her subject love.

    Queen Elizabeth. But she, your subject, loathes such sovereignty.

83 IV / 4
  • An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.
  • An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.
  • Richard III. Be eloquent in my behalf to her.

    Queen Elizabeth. An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.

84 IV / 4
  • Plain and not honest is too harsh a style.
  • Plain and not honest is too harsh a style.
  • Richard III. Then in plain terms tell her my loving tale.

    Queen Elizabeth. Plain and not honest is too harsh a style.

85 IV / 4
  • O no, my reasons are too deep and dead;
    Too deep and dead, poor infants, in...
  • O no, my reasons are too deep and dead;
    Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their grave.
  • Richard III. Your reasons are too shallow and too quick.

    Queen Elizabeth. O no, my reasons are too deep and dead;
    Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their grave.

86 IV / 4
  • Harp on it still shall I till heart-strings break.
  • Harp on it still shall I till heart-strings break.
  • Richard III. Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.

    Queen Elizabeth. Harp on it still shall I till heart-strings break.

87 IV / 4
  • Profaned, dishonour'd, and the third usurp'd.
  • Profaned, dishonour'd, and the third usurp'd.
  • Richard III. Now, by my George, my garter, and my crown,--

    Queen Elizabeth. Profaned, dishonour'd, and the third usurp'd.

88 IV / 4
  • By nothing; for this is no oath:
    The George, profaned, hath lost his holy ho...
  • By nothing; for this is no oath:
    The George, profaned, hath lost his holy honour;
    The garter, blemish'd, pawn'd his knightly virtue;
    The crown, usurp'd, disgraced his kingly glory.
    if something thou wilt swear to be believed,
    Swear then by something that thou hast not wrong'd.
  • Richard III. I swear--

    Queen Elizabeth. By nothing; for this is no oath:
    The George, profaned, hath lost his holy honour;
    The garter, blemish'd, pawn'd his knightly virtue;
    The crown, usurp'd, disgraced his kingly glory.
    if something thou wilt swear to be believed,
    Swear then by something that thou hast not wrong'd.

89 IV / 4
  • 'Tis full of thy foul wrongs.
  • 'Tis full of thy foul wrongs.
  • Richard III. Now, by the world--

    Queen Elizabeth. 'Tis full of thy foul wrongs.

90 IV / 4
  • Thy life hath that dishonour'd.
  • Thy life hath that dishonour'd.
  • Richard III. My father's death--

    Queen Elizabeth. Thy life hath that dishonour'd.

91 IV / 4
  • Thyself thyself misusest.
  • Thyself thyself misusest.
  • Richard III. Then, by myself--

    Queen Elizabeth. Thyself thyself misusest.

92 IV / 4
  • God's wrong is most of all.
    If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by Him,
  • God's wrong is most of all.
    If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by Him,
    The unity the king thy brother made
    Had not been broken, nor my brother slain:
    If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by Him,
    The imperial metal, circling now thy brow,
    Had graced the tender temples of my child,
    And both the princes had been breathing here,
    Which now, two tender playfellows to dust,
    Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms.
    What canst thou swear by now?
  • Richard III. Why then, by God--

    Queen Elizabeth. God's wrong is most of all.
    If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by Him,
    The unity the king thy brother made
    Had not been broken, nor my brother slain:
    If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by Him,
    The imperial metal, circling now thy brow,
    Had graced the tender temples of my child,
    And both the princes had been breathing here,
    Which now, two tender playfellows to dust,
    Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms.
    What canst thou swear by now?

93 IV / 4
  • That thou hast wronged in the time o'erpast;
    For I myself have many tears to...
  • That thou hast wronged in the time o'erpast;
    For I myself have many tears to wash
    Hereafter time, for time past wrong'd by thee.
    The children live, whose parents thou hast
    slaughter'd,
    Ungovern'd youth, to wail it in their age;
    The parents live, whose children thou hast butcher'd,
    Old wither'd plants, to wail it with their age.
    Swear not by time to come; for that thou hast
    Misused ere used, by time misused o'erpast.
  • Richard III. The time to come.

    Queen Elizabeth. That thou hast wronged in the time o'erpast;
    For I myself have many tears to wash
    Hereafter time, for time past wrong'd by thee.
    The children live, whose parents thou hast
    slaughter'd,
    Ungovern'd youth, to wail it in their age;
    The parents live, whose children thou hast butcher'd,
    Old wither'd plants, to wail it with their age.
    Swear not by time to come; for that thou hast
    Misused ere used, by time misused o'erpast.

94 IV / 4
  • Shall I be tempted of the devil thus?
  • Shall I be tempted of the devil thus?
  • Richard III. As I intend to prosper and repent,
    So thrive I in my dangerous attempt
    Of hostile arms! myself myself confound!
    Heaven and fortune bar me happy hours!
    Day, yield me not thy light; nor, night, thy rest!
    Be opposite all planets of good luck
    To my proceedings, if, with pure heart's love,
    Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,
    I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter!
    In her consists my happiness and thine;
    Without her, follows to this land and me,
    To thee, herself, and many a Christian soul,
    Death, desolation, ruin and decay:
    It cannot be avoided but by this;
    It will not be avoided but by this.
    Therefore, good mother,--I must can you so--
    Be the attorney of my love to her:
    Plead what I will be, not what I have been;
    Not my deserts, but what I will deserve:
    Urge the necessity and state of times,
    And be not peevish-fond in great designs.

    Queen Elizabeth. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus?

95 IV / 4
  • Shall I forget myself to be myself?
  • Shall I forget myself to be myself?
  • Richard III. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good.

    Queen Elizabeth. Shall I forget myself to be myself?

96 IV / 4
  • But thou didst kill my children.
  • But thou didst kill my children.
  • Richard III. Ay, if yourself's remembrance wrong yourself.

    Queen Elizabeth. But thou didst kill my children.

97 IV / 4
  • Shall I go win my daughter to thy will?
  • Shall I go win my daughter to thy will?
  • Richard III. But in your daughter's womb I bury them:
    Where in that nest of spicery they shall breed
    Selves of themselves, to your recomforture.

    Queen Elizabeth. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will?

98 IV / 4
  • I go. Write to me very shortly.
    And you shall understand from me her mind.
  • I go. Write to me very shortly.
    And you shall understand from me her mind.
  • Richard III. And be a happy mother by the deed.

    Queen Elizabeth. I go. Write to me very shortly.
    And you shall understand from me her mind.

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