Speeches (Lines) for Richard III in "History of Henry VI, Part III"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 I / 1
  • Speak thou for me and tell them what I did.
  • Speak thou for me and tell them what I did.
  • Marquess of Montague. And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood,
    Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd.

    Richard III. Speak thou for me and tell them what I did.

2 I / 1
  • Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head.
  • Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head.
  • Duke of Norfolk. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!

    Richard III. Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head.

3 I / 1
  • Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house.
  • Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house.
  • Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester). The queen this day here holds her parliament,
    But little thinks we shall be of her council:
    By words or blows here let us win our right.

    Richard III. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house.

4 I / 1
  • You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose.
    Father, tear the crown...
  • You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose.
    Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.
  • Henry VI. The lord protector lost it, and not I:
    When I was crown'd I was but nine months old.

    Richard III. You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose.
    Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.

5 I / 1
  • Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.
  • Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.
  • Marquess of Montague. Good brother, as thou lovest and honourest arms,
    Let's fight it out and not stand cavilling thus.

    Richard III. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.

6 I / 2
  • Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.
  • Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.
  • Duke of Exeter. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.

    Richard III. Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.

7 I / 2
  • About that which concerns your grace and us;
    The crown of England, father, w...
  • About that which concerns your grace and us;
    The crown of England, father, which is yours.
  • Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester). About what?

    Richard III. About that which concerns your grace and us;
    The crown of England, father, which is yours.

8 I / 2
  • Your right depends not on his life or death.
  • Your right depends not on his life or death.
  • Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester). Mine boy? not till King Henry be dead.

    Richard III. Your right depends not on his life or death.

9 I / 2
  • No; God forbid your grace should be forsworn.
  • No; God forbid your grace should be forsworn.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). But for a kingdom any oath may be broken:
    I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.

    Richard III. No; God forbid your grace should be forsworn.

10 I / 2
  • I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak.
  • I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak.
  • Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester). I shall be, if I claim by open war.

    Richard III. I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak.

11 I / 2
  • An oath is of no moment, being not took
    Before a true and lawful magistrate,...
  • An oath is of no moment, being not took
    Before a true and lawful magistrate,
    That hath authority over him that swears:
    Henry had none, but did usurp the place;
    Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose,
    Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.
    Therefore, to arms! And, father, do but think
    How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
    Within whose circuit is Elysium
    And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
    Why do we finger thus? I cannot rest
    Until the white rose that I wear be dyed
    Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart.
  • Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester). Thou canst not, son; it is impossible.

    Richard III. An oath is of no moment, being not took
    Before a true and lawful magistrate,
    That hath authority over him that swears:
    Henry had none, but did usurp the place;
    Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose,
    Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.
    Therefore, to arms! And, father, do but think
    How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
    Within whose circuit is Elysium
    And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
    Why do we finger thus? I cannot rest
    Until the white rose that I wear be dyed
    Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart.

12 I / 2
  • Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need:
    A woman's general; what should we...
  • Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need:
    A woman's general; what should we fear?
  • Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester). What, with five thousand men?

    Richard III. Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need:
    A woman's general; what should we fear?

13 II / 1
  • I cannot joy, until I be resolved
    Where our right valiant father is become....
  • I cannot joy, until I be resolved
    Where our right valiant father is become.
    I saw him in the battle range about;
    And watch'd him how he singled Clifford forth.
    Methought he bore him in the thickest troop
    As doth a lion in a herd of neat;
    Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs,
    Who having pinch'd a few and made them cry,
    The rest stand all aloof, and bark at him.
    So fared our father with his enemies;
    So fled his enemies my warlike father:
    Methinks, 'tis prize enough to be his son.
    See how the morning opes her golden gates,
    And takes her farewell of the glorious sun!
    How well resembles it the prime of youth,
    Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love!
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). I wonder how our princely father 'scaped,
    Or whether he be 'scaped away or no
    From Clifford's and Northumberland's pursuit:
    Had he been ta'en, we should have heard the news;
    Had he been slain, we should have heard the news;
    Or had he 'scaped, methinks we should have heard
    The happy tidings of his good escape.
    How fares my brother? why is he so sad?

    Richard III. I cannot joy, until I be resolved
    Where our right valiant father is become.
    I saw him in the battle range about;
    And watch'd him how he singled Clifford forth.
    Methought he bore him in the thickest troop
    As doth a lion in a herd of neat;
    Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs,
    Who having pinch'd a few and made them cry,
    The rest stand all aloof, and bark at him.
    So fared our father with his enemies;
    So fled his enemies my warlike father:
    Methinks, 'tis prize enough to be his son.
    See how the morning opes her golden gates,
    And takes her farewell of the glorious sun!
    How well resembles it the prime of youth,
    Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love!

14 II / 1
  • Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;
    Not separated with the racking...
  • Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;
    Not separated with the racking clouds,
    But sever'd in a pale clear-shining sky.
    See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,
    As if they vow'd some league inviolable:
    Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun.
    In this the heaven figures some event.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?

    Richard III. Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;
    Not separated with the racking clouds,
    But sever'd in a pale clear-shining sky.
    See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,
    As if they vow'd some league inviolable:
    Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun.
    In this the heaven figures some event.

15 II / 1
  • Nay, bear three daughters: by your leave I speak it,
    You love the breeder be...
  • Nay, bear three daughters: by your leave I speak it,
    You love the breeder better than the male.
    [Enter a Messenger]
    But what art thou, whose heavy looks foretell
    Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue?
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). 'Tis wondrous strange, the like yet never heard of.
    I think it cites us, brother, to the field,
    That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet,
    Each one already blazing by our meeds,
    Should notwithstanding join our lights together
    And over-shine the earth as this the world.
    Whate'er it bodes, henceforward will I bear
    Upon my target three fair-shining suns.

    Richard III. Nay, bear three daughters: by your leave I speak it,
    You love the breeder better than the male.
    [Enter a Messenger]
    But what art thou, whose heavy looks foretell
    Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue?

16 II / 1
  • Say how he died, for I will hear it all.
  • Say how he died, for I will hear it all.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). O, speak no more, for I have heard too much.

    Richard III. Say how he died, for I will hear it all.

17 II / 1
  • I cannot weep; for all my body's moisture
    Scarce serves to quench my furnace...
  • I cannot weep; for all my body's moisture
    Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart:
    Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great burthen;
    For selfsame wind that I should speak withal
    Is kindling coals that fires all my breast,
    And burns me up with flames that tears would quench.
    To weep is to make less the depth of grief:
    Tears then for babes; blows and revenge for me
    Richard, I bear thy name; I'll venge thy death,
    Or die renowned by attempting it.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Sweet Duke of York, our prop to lean upon,
    Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay.
    O Clifford, boisterous Clifford! thou hast slain
    The flower of Europe for his chivalry;
    And treacherously hast thou vanquish'd him,
    For hand to hand he would have vanquish'd thee.
    Now my soul's palace is become a prison:
    Ah, would she break from hence, that this my body
    Might in the ground be closed up in rest!
    For never henceforth shall I joy again,
    Never, O never shall I see more joy!

    Richard III. I cannot weep; for all my body's moisture
    Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart:
    Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great burthen;
    For selfsame wind that I should speak withal
    Is kindling coals that fires all my breast,
    And burns me up with flames that tears would quench.
    To weep is to make less the depth of grief:
    Tears then for babes; blows and revenge for me
    Richard, I bear thy name; I'll venge thy death,
    Or die renowned by attempting it.

18 II / 1
  • Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird,
    Show thy descent by gazing 'gain...
  • Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird,
    Show thy descent by gazing 'gainst the sun:
    For chair and dukedom, throne and kingdom say;
    Either that is thine, or else thou wert not his.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). His name that valiant duke hath left with thee;
    His dukedom and his chair with me is left.

    Richard III. Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird,
    Show thy descent by gazing 'gainst the sun:
    For chair and dukedom, throne and kingdom say;
    Either that is thine, or else thou wert not his.

19 II / 1
  • Great Lord of Warwick, if we should recount
    Our baleful news, and at each wo...
  • Great Lord of Warwick, if we should recount
    Our baleful news, and at each word's deliverance
    Stab poniards in our flesh till all were told,
    The words would add more anguish than the wounds.
    O valiant lord, the Duke of York is slain!
  • Earl of Warwick. How now, fair lords! What fare? what news abroad?

    Richard III. Great Lord of Warwick, if we should recount
    Our baleful news, and at each word's deliverance
    Stab poniards in our flesh till all were told,
    The words would add more anguish than the wounds.
    O valiant lord, the Duke of York is slain!

20 II / 1
  • 'Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick fled:
    Oft have I heard his praises...
  • 'Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick fled:
    Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit,
    But ne'er till now his scandal of retire.
  • Earl of Warwick. Some six miles off the duke is with the soldiers;
    And for your brother, he was lately sent
    From your kind aunt, Duchess of Burgundy,
    With aid of soldiers to this needful war.

    Richard III. 'Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick fled:
    Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit,
    But ne'er till now his scandal of retire.

21 II / 1
  • I know it well, Lord Warwick; blame me not:
    'Tis love I bear thy glories mak...
  • I know it well, Lord Warwick; blame me not:
    'Tis love I bear thy glories makes me speak.
    But in this troublous time what's to be done?
    Shall we go throw away our coats of steel,
    And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns,
    Numbering our Ave-Maries with our beads?
    Or shall we on the helmets of our foes
    Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?
    If for the last, say ay, and to it, lords.
  • Earl of Warwick. Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear;
    For thou shalt know this strong right hand of mine
    Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry's head,
    And wring the awful sceptre from his fist,
    Were he as famous and as bold in war
    As he is famed for mildness, peace, and prayer.

    Richard III. I know it well, Lord Warwick; blame me not:
    'Tis love I bear thy glories makes me speak.
    But in this troublous time what's to be done?
    Shall we go throw away our coats of steel,
    And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns,
    Numbering our Ave-Maries with our beads?
    Or shall we on the helmets of our foes
    Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?
    If for the last, say ay, and to it, lords.

22 II / 1
  • Ay, now methinks I hear great Warwick speak:
    Ne'er may he live to see a suns...
  • Ay, now methinks I hear great Warwick speak:
    Ne'er may he live to see a sunshine day,
    That cries 'Retire,' if Warwick bid him stay.
  • Earl of Warwick. Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you out;
    And therefore comes my brother Montague.
    Attend me, lords. The proud insulting queen,
    With Clifford and the haught Northumberland,
    And of their feather many more proud birds,
    Have wrought the easy-melting king like wax.
    He swore consent to your succession,
    His oath enrolled in the parliament;
    And now to London all the crew are gone,
    To frustrate both his oath and what beside
    May make against the house of Lancaster.
    Their power, I think, is thirty thousand strong:
    Now, if the help of Norfolk and myself,
    With all the friends that thou, brave Earl of March,
    Amongst the loving Welshmen canst procure,
    Will but amount to five and twenty thousand,
    Why, Via! to London will we march amain,
    And once again bestride our foaming steeds,
    And once again cry 'Charge upon our foes!'
    But never once again turn back and fly.

    Richard III. Ay, now methinks I hear great Warwick speak:
    Ne'er may he live to see a sunshine day,
    That cries 'Retire,' if Warwick bid him stay.

23 II / 1
  • Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as steel,
    As thou hast shown it flint...
  • Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as steel,
    As thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds,
    I come to pierce it, or to give thee mine.
  • Earl of Warwick. No longer Earl of March, but Duke of York:
    The next degree is England's royal throne;
    For King of England shalt thou be proclaim'd
    In every borough as we pass along;
    And he that throws not up his cap for joy
    Shall for the fault make forfeit of his head.
    King Edward, valiant Richard, Montague,
    Stay we no longer, dreaming of renown,
    But sound the trumpets, and about our task.

    Richard III. Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as steel,
    As thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds,
    I come to pierce it, or to give thee mine.

24 II / 2
  • Are you there, butcher? O, I cannot speak!
  • Are you there, butcher? O, I cannot speak!
  • Lord Clifford. And reason too:
    Who should succeed the father but the son?

    Richard III. Are you there, butcher? O, I cannot speak!

25 II / 2
  • 'Twas you that kill'd young Rutland, was it not?
  • 'Twas you that kill'd young Rutland, was it not?
  • Lord Clifford. Ay, crook-back, here I stand to answer thee,
    Or any he the proudest of thy sort.

    Richard III. 'Twas you that kill'd young Rutland, was it not?

26 II / 2
  • For God's sake, lords, give signal to the fight.
  • For God's sake, lords, give signal to the fight.
  • Lord Clifford. Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied.

    Richard III. For God's sake, lords, give signal to the fight.

27 II / 2
  • Northumberland, I hold thee reverently.
    Break off the parley; for scarce I c...
  • Northumberland, I hold thee reverently.
    Break off the parley; for scarce I can refrain
    The execution of my big-swoln heart
    Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.
  • Earl of Northumberland. No, nor your manhood that durst make you stay.

    Richard III. Northumberland, I hold thee reverently.
    Break off the parley; for scarce I can refrain
    The execution of my big-swoln heart
    Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.

28 II / 2
  • Ay, like a dastard and a treacherous coward,
    As thou didst kill our tender b...
  • Ay, like a dastard and a treacherous coward,
    As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland;
    But ere sunset I'll make thee curse the deed.
  • Lord Clifford. I slew thy father, call'st thou him a child?

    Richard III. Ay, like a dastard and a treacherous coward,
    As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland;
    But ere sunset I'll make thee curse the deed.

29 II / 2
  • Then, executioner, unsheathe thy sword:
    By him that made us all, I am resolv...
  • Then, executioner, unsheathe thy sword:
    By him that made us all, I am resolved
    that Clifford's manhood lies upon his tongue.
  • Lord Clifford. My liege, the wound that bred this meeting here
    Cannot be cured by words; therefore be still.

    Richard III. Then, executioner, unsheathe thy sword:
    By him that made us all, I am resolved
    that Clifford's manhood lies upon his tongue.

30 II / 2
  • Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands;
    For, well I wot, thou hast thy mo...
  • Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands;
    For, well I wot, thou hast thy mother's tongue.
  • Prince Edward. If that be right which Warwick says is right,
    There is no wrong, but every thing is right.

    Richard III. Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands;
    For, well I wot, thou hast thy mother's tongue.

31 II / 2
  • Iron of Naples hid with English gilt,
    Whose father bears the title of a king...
  • Iron of Naples hid with English gilt,
    Whose father bears the title of a king,--
    As if a channel should be call'd the sea,--
    Shamest thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught,
    To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart?
  • Queen Margaret. But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam;
    But like a foul mis-shapen stigmatic,
    Mark'd by the destinies to be avoided,
    As venom toads, or lizards' dreadful stings.

    Richard III. Iron of Naples hid with English gilt,
    Whose father bears the title of a king,--
    As if a channel should be call'd the sea,--
    Shamest thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught,
    To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart?

32 II / 3
  • Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself?
    Thy brother's blood the thirst...
  • Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself?
    Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth hath drunk,
    Broach'd with the steely point of Clifford's lance;
    And in the very pangs of death he cried,
    Like to a dismal clangour heard from far,
    'Warwick, revenge! brother, revenge my death!'
    So, underneath the belly of their steeds,
    That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood,
    The noble gentleman gave up the ghost.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Bootless is flight, they follow us with wings;
    And weak we are and cannot shun pursuit.

    Richard III. Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself?
    Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth hath drunk,
    Broach'd with the steely point of Clifford's lance;
    And in the very pangs of death he cried,
    Like to a dismal clangour heard from far,
    'Warwick, revenge! brother, revenge my death!'
    So, underneath the belly of their steeds,
    That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood,
    The noble gentleman gave up the ghost.

33 II / 3
  • Brother, give me thy hand; and, gentle Warwick,
    Let me embrace thee in my we...
  • Brother, give me thy hand; and, gentle Warwick,
    Let me embrace thee in my weary arms:
    I, that did never weep, now melt with woe
    That winter should cut off our spring-time so.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). O Warwick, I do bend my knee with thine;
    And in this vow do chain my soul to thine!
    And, ere my knee rise from the earth's cold face,
    I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to thee,
    Thou setter up and plucker down of kings,
    Beseeching thee, if with they will it stands
    That to my foes this body must be prey,
    Yet that thy brazen gates of heaven may ope,
    And give sweet passage to my sinful soul!
    Now, lords, take leave until we meet again,
    Where'er it be, in heaven or in earth.

    Richard III. Brother, give me thy hand; and, gentle Warwick,
    Let me embrace thee in my weary arms:
    I, that did never weep, now melt with woe
    That winter should cut off our spring-time so.

34 II / 4
  • Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone:
    Suppose this arm is for the Duke o...
  • Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone:
    Suppose this arm is for the Duke of York,
    And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge,
    Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall.
  • George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence). Yet let us all together to our troops,
    And give them leave to fly that will not stay;
    And call them pillars that will stand to us;
    And, if we thrive, promise them such rewards
    As victors wear at the Olympian games:
    This may plant courage in their quailing breasts;
    For yet is hope of life and victory.
    Forslow no longer, make we hence amain.

    Richard III. Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone:
    Suppose this arm is for the Duke of York,
    And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge,
    Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall.

35 II / 4
  • Nay Warwick, single out some other chase;
    For I myself will hunt this wolf t...
  • Nay Warwick, single out some other chase;
    For I myself will hunt this wolf to death.
  • Lord Clifford. Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone:
    This is the hand that stabb'd thy father York;
    And this the hand that slew thy brother Rutland;
    And here's the heart that triumphs in their death
    And cheers these hands that slew thy sire and brother
    To execute the like upon thyself;
    And so, have at thee!

    Richard III. Nay Warwick, single out some other chase;
    For I myself will hunt this wolf to death.

36 II / 6
  • A deadly groan, like life and death's departing.
  • A deadly groan, like life and death's departing.
  • Earl of Warwick. No, 'tis impossible he should escape,
    For, though before his face I speak the words
    Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave:
    And wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead.

    Richard III. A deadly groan, like life and death's departing.

37 II / 6
  • Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford;
    Who not contented that he lopp...
  • Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford;
    Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch
    In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth,
    But set his murdering knife unto the root
    From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring,
    I mean our princely father, Duke of York.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). See who it is: and, now the battle's ended,
    If friend or foe, let him be gently used.

    Richard III. Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford;
    Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch
    In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth,
    But set his murdering knife unto the root
    From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring,
    I mean our princely father, Duke of York.

38 II / 6
  • O, would he did! and so perhaps he doth:
    'Tis but his policy to counterfeit,...
  • O, would he did! and so perhaps he doth:
    'Tis but his policy to counterfeit,
    Because he would avoid such bitter taunts
    Which in the time of death he gave our father.
  • Earl of Warwick. I think his understanding is bereft.
    Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee?
    Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life,
    And he nor sees nor hears us what we say.

    Richard III. O, would he did! and so perhaps he doth:
    'Tis but his policy to counterfeit,
    Because he would avoid such bitter taunts
    Which in the time of death he gave our father.

39 II / 6
  • Clifford, ask mercy and obtain no grace.
  • Clifford, ask mercy and obtain no grace.
  • George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence). If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words.

    Richard III. Clifford, ask mercy and obtain no grace.

40 II / 6
  • Thou didst love York, and I am son to York.
  • Thou didst love York, and I am son to York.
  • George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence). While we devise fell tortures for thy faults.

    Richard III. Thou didst love York, and I am son to York.

41 II / 6
  • What, not an oath? nay, then the world goes hard
    When Clifford cannot spare...
  • What, not an oath? nay, then the world goes hard
    When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath.
    I know by that he's dead; and, by my soul,
    If this right hand would buy two hour's life,
    That I in all despite might rail at him,
    This hand should chop it off, and with the
    issuing blood
    Stifle the villain whose unstanched thirst
    York and young Rutland could not satisfy.
  • Earl of Warwick. They mock thee, Clifford: swear as thou wast wont.

    Richard III. What, not an oath? nay, then the world goes hard
    When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath.
    I know by that he's dead; and, by my soul,
    If this right hand would buy two hour's life,
    That I in all despite might rail at him,
    This hand should chop it off, and with the
    issuing blood
    Stifle the villain whose unstanched thirst
    York and young Rutland could not satisfy.

42 II / 6
  • Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester;
    For Gloucester's dukedom i...
  • Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester;
    For Gloucester's dukedom is too ominous.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be;
    For in thy shoulder do I build my seat,
    And never will I undertake the thing
    Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.
    Richard, I will create thee Duke of Gloucester,
    And George, of Clarence: Warwick, as ourself,
    Shall do and undo as him pleaseth best.

    Richard III. Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester;
    For Gloucester's dukedom is too ominous.

43 III / 2
  • Your highness shall do well to grant her suit;
    It were dishonour to deny it...
  • Your highness shall do well to grant her suit;
    It were dishonour to deny it her.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Brother of Gloucester, at Saint Alban's field
    This lady's husband, Sir Richard Grey, was slain,
    His lands then seized on by the conqueror:
    Her suit is now to repossess those lands;
    Which we in justice cannot well deny,
    Because in quarrel of the house of York
    The worthy gentleman did lose his life.

    Richard III. Your highness shall do well to grant her suit;
    It were dishonour to deny it her.

44 III / 2
  • [Aside to CLARENCE] Yea, is it so?
    I see the lady hath a thing to grant,
  • [Aside to CLARENCE] Yea, is it so?
    I see the lady hath a thing to grant,
    Before the king will grant her humble suit.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause.

    Richard III. [Aside to CLARENCE] Yea, is it so?
    I see the lady hath a thing to grant,
    Before the king will grant her humble suit.

45 III / 2
  • [Aside to CLARENCE] Silence!
  • [Aside to CLARENCE] Silence!
  • George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence). [Aside to GLOUCESTER] He knows the game: how true
    he keeps the wind!

    Richard III. [Aside to CLARENCE] Silence!

46 III / 2
  • [Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, widow? then I'll warrant
    you all your lands,
    An...
  • [Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, widow? then I'll warrant
    you all your lands,
    An if what pleases him shall pleasure you.
    Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow.
  • Queen Elizabeth. Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay:
    May it please your highness to resolve me now;
    And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me.

    Richard III. [Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, widow? then I'll warrant
    you all your lands,
    An if what pleases him shall pleasure you.
    Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow.

47 III / 2
  • [Aside to CLARENCE] God forbid that! for he'll
    take vantages.
  • [Aside to CLARENCE] God forbid that! for he'll
    take vantages.
  • George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence). [Aside to GLOUCESTER] I fear her not, unless she
    chance to fall.

    Richard III. [Aside to CLARENCE] God forbid that! for he'll
    take vantages.

48 III / 2
  • [Aside to CLARENCE] Nay, whip me then: he'll rather
    give her two.
  • [Aside to CLARENCE] Nay, whip me then: he'll rather
    give her two.
  • George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence). [Aside to GLOUCESTER] I think he means to beg a
    child of her.

    Richard III. [Aside to CLARENCE] Nay, whip me then: he'll rather
    give her two.

49 III / 2
  • [Aside to CLARENCE] You shall have four, if you'll
    be ruled by him.
  • [Aside to CLARENCE] You shall have four, if you'll
    be ruled by him.
  • Queen Elizabeth. Three, my most gracious lord.

    Richard III. [Aside to CLARENCE] You shall have four, if you'll
    be ruled by him.

50 III / 2
  • [Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, good leave have you; for
    you will have leave,
    Ti...
  • [Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, good leave have you; for
    you will have leave,
    Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Lords, give us leave: I'll try this widow's wit.

    Richard III. [Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, good leave have you; for
    you will have leave,
    Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch.

51 III / 2
  • [Aside to CLARENCE] He plies her hard; and much rain
    wears the marble.
  • [Aside to CLARENCE] He plies her hard; and much rain
    wears the marble.
  • Queen Elizabeth. Why, then I will do what your grace commands.

    Richard III. [Aside to CLARENCE] He plies her hard; and much rain
    wears the marble.

52 III / 2
  • [Aside to CLARENCE] The match is made; she seals it
    with a curtsy.
  • [Aside to CLARENCE] The match is made; she seals it
    with a curtsy.
  • Queen Elizabeth. I take my leave with many thousand thanks.

    Richard III. [Aside to CLARENCE] The match is made; she seals it
    with a curtsy.

53 III / 2
  • [Aside to CLARENCE] The widow likes him not, she
    knits her brows.
  • [Aside to CLARENCE] The widow likes him not, she
    knits her brows.
  • Queen Elizabeth. Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end.

    Richard III. [Aside to CLARENCE] The widow likes him not, she
    knits her brows.

54 III / 2
  • [Aside to CLARENCE] The ghostly father now hath done
    his shrift.
  • [Aside to CLARENCE] The ghostly father now hath done
    his shrift.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). No more than when my daughters call thee mother.
    Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children;
    And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor,
    Have other some: why, 'tis a happy thing
    To be the father unto many sons.
    Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen.

    Richard III. [Aside to CLARENCE] The ghostly father now hath done
    his shrift.

55 III / 2
  • The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.
  • The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.

    Richard III. The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.

56 III / 2
  • That would be ten days' wonder at the least.
  • That would be ten days' wonder at the least.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Why, Clarence, to myself.

    Richard III. That would be ten days' wonder at the least.

57 III / 2
  • By so much is the wonder in extremes.
  • By so much is the wonder in extremes.
  • George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence). That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.

    Richard III. By so much is the wonder in extremes.

58 III / 2
  • Ay, Edward will use women honourably.
    Would he were wasted, marrow, bones an...
  • Ay, Edward will use women honourably.
    Would he were wasted, marrow, bones and all,
    That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring,
    To cross me from the golden time I look for!
    And yet, between my soul's desire and me--
    The lustful Edward's title buried--
    Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward,
    And all the unlook'd for issue of their bodies,
    To take their rooms, ere I can place myself:
    A cold premeditation for my purpose!
    Why, then, I do but dream on sovereignty;
    Like one that stands upon a promontory,
    And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,
    Wishing his foot were equal with his eye,
    And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,
    Saying, he'll lade it dry to have his way:
    So do I wish the crown, being so far off;
    And so I chide the means that keeps me from it;
    And so I say, I'll cut the causes off,
    Flattering me with impossibilities.
    My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much,
    Unless my hand and strength could equal them.
    Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard;
    What other pleasure can the world afford?
    I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,
    And deck my body in gay ornaments,
    And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.
    O miserable thought! and more unlikely
    Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns!
    Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb:
    And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,
    She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe,
    To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub;
    To make an envious mountain on my back,
    Where sits deformity to mock my body;
    To shape my legs of an unequal size;
    To disproportion me in every part,
    Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp
    That carries no impression like the dam.
    And am I then a man to be beloved?
    O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought!
    Then, since this earth affords no joy to me,
    But to command, to cheque, to o'erbear such
    As are of better person than myself,
    I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,
    And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell,
    Until my mis-shaped trunk that bears this head
    Be round impaled with a glorious crown.
    And yet I know not how to get the crown,
    For many lives stand between me and home:
    And I,--like one lost in a thorny wood,
    That rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns,
    Seeking a way and straying from the way;
    Not knowing how to find the open air,
    But toiling desperately to find it out,--
    Torment myself to catch the English crown:
    And from that torment I will free myself,
    Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.
    Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile,
    And cry 'Content' to that which grieves my heart,
    And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
    And frame my face to all occasions.
    I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;
    I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk;
    I'll play the orator as well as Nestor,
    Deceive more slily than Ulysses could,
    And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.
    I can add colours to the chameleon,
    Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,
    And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
    Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
    Tut, were it farther off, I'll pluck it down.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). See that he be convey'd unto the Tower:
    And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,
    To question of his apprehension.
    Widow, go you along. Lords, use her honourably.

    Richard III. Ay, Edward will use women honourably.
    Would he were wasted, marrow, bones and all,
    That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring,
    To cross me from the golden time I look for!
    And yet, between my soul's desire and me--
    The lustful Edward's title buried--
    Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward,
    And all the unlook'd for issue of their bodies,
    To take their rooms, ere I can place myself:
    A cold premeditation for my purpose!
    Why, then, I do but dream on sovereignty;
    Like one that stands upon a promontory,
    And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,
    Wishing his foot were equal with his eye,
    And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,
    Saying, he'll lade it dry to have his way:
    So do I wish the crown, being so far off;
    And so I chide the means that keeps me from it;
    And so I say, I'll cut the causes off,
    Flattering me with impossibilities.
    My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much,
    Unless my hand and strength could equal them.
    Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard;
    What other pleasure can the world afford?
    I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,
    And deck my body in gay ornaments,
    And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.
    O miserable thought! and more unlikely
    Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns!
    Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb:
    And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,
    She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe,
    To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub;
    To make an envious mountain on my back,
    Where sits deformity to mock my body;
    To shape my legs of an unequal size;
    To disproportion me in every part,
    Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp
    That carries no impression like the dam.
    And am I then a man to be beloved?
    O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought!
    Then, since this earth affords no joy to me,
    But to command, to cheque, to o'erbear such
    As are of better person than myself,
    I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,
    And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell,
    Until my mis-shaped trunk that bears this head
    Be round impaled with a glorious crown.
    And yet I know not how to get the crown,
    For many lives stand between me and home:
    And I,--like one lost in a thorny wood,
    That rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns,
    Seeking a way and straying from the way;
    Not knowing how to find the open air,
    But toiling desperately to find it out,--
    Torment myself to catch the English crown:
    And from that torment I will free myself,
    Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.
    Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile,
    And cry 'Content' to that which grieves my heart,
    And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
    And frame my face to all occasions.
    I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;
    I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk;
    I'll play the orator as well as Nestor,
    Deceive more slily than Ulysses could,
    And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.
    I can add colours to the chameleon,
    Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,
    And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
    Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
    Tut, were it farther off, I'll pluck it down.

59 IV / 1
  • Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you
    Of this new marriage with the...
  • Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you
    Of this new marriage with the Lady Grey?
    Hath not our brother made a worthy choice?
  • Earl of Warwick. I came from Edward as ambassador,
    But I return his sworn and mortal foe:
    Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me,
    But dreadful war shall answer his demand.
    Had he none else to make a stale but me?
    Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow.
    I was the chief that raised him to the crown,
    And I'll be chief to bring him down again:
    Not that I pity Henry's misery,
    But seek revenge on Edward's mockery.

    Richard III. Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you
    Of this new marriage with the Lady Grey?
    Hath not our brother made a worthy choice?

60 IV / 1
  • And his well-chosen bride.
  • And his well-chosen bride.
  • Duke/Earl of Somerset. My lords, forbear this talk; here comes the king.

    Richard III. And his well-chosen bride.

61 IV / 1
  • And shall have your will, because our king:
    Yet hasty marriage seldom provet...
  • And shall have your will, because our king:
    Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Suppose they take offence without a cause,
    They are but Lewis and Warwick: I am Edward,
    Your king and Warwick's, and must have my will.

    Richard III. And shall have your will, because our king:
    Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.

62 IV / 1
  • Not I:
    No, God forbid that I should wish them sever'd
    Whom God hath join...
  • Not I:
    No, God forbid that I should wish them sever'd
    Whom God hath join'd together; ay, and 'twere pity
    To sunder them that yoke so well together.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too?

    Richard III. Not I:
    No, God forbid that I should wish them sever'd
    Whom God hath join'd together; ay, and 'twere pity
    To sunder them that yoke so well together.

63 IV / 1
  • And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge,
    Is now dishonoured by this new m...
  • And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge,
    Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.
  • George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence). Then this is mine opinion: that King Lewis
    Becomes your enemy, for mocking him
    About the marriage of the Lady Bona.

    Richard III. And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge,
    Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.

64 IV / 1
  • And yet methinks your grace hath not done well,
    To give the heir and daughte...
  • And yet methinks your grace hath not done well,
    To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales
    Unto the brother of your loving bride;
    She better would have fitted me or Clarence:
    But in your bride you bury brotherhood.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Ay, what of that? it was my will and grant;
    And for this once my will shall stand for law.

    Richard III. And yet methinks your grace hath not done well,
    To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales
    Unto the brother of your loving bride;
    She better would have fitted me or Clarence:
    But in your bride you bury brotherhood.

65 IV / 1
  • [Aside] I hear, yet say not much, but think the more.
  • [Aside] I hear, yet say not much, but think the more.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns:
    What danger or what sorrow can befall thee,
    So long as Edward is thy constant friend,
    And their true sovereign, whom they must obey?
    Nay, whom they shall obey, and love thee too,
    Unless they seek for hatred at my hands;
    Which if they do, yet will I keep thee safe,
    And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath.

    Richard III. [Aside] I hear, yet say not much, but think the more.

66 IV / 1
  • [Aside] Not I:
    My thoughts aim at a further matter; I
    Stay not for the l...
  • [Aside] Not I:
    My thoughts aim at a further matter; I
    Stay not for the love of Edward, but the crown.
  • George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence). Belike the elder; Clarence will have the younger.
    Now, brother king, farewell, and sit you fast,
    For I will hence to Warwick's other daughter;
    That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage
    I may not prove inferior to yourself.
    You that love me and Warwick, follow me.

    Richard III. [Aside] Not I:
    My thoughts aim at a further matter; I
    Stay not for the love of Edward, but the crown.

67 IV / 1
  • Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand you.
  • Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand you.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us?

    Richard III. Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand you.

68 IV / 5
  • Now, my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley,
    Leave off to wonder why I dre...
  • Now, my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley,
    Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither,
    Into this chiefest thicket of the park.
    Thus stands the case: you know our king, my brother,
    Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands
    He hath good usage and great liberty,
    And, often but attended with weak guard,
    Comes hunting this way to disport himself.
    I have advertised him by secret means
    That if about this hour he make his way
    Under the colour of his usual game,
    He shall here find his friends with horse and men
    To set him free from his captivity.
  • Queen Elizabeth. I am inform'd that he comes towards London,
    To set the crown once more on Henry's head:
    Guess thou the rest; King Edward's friends must down,
    But, to prevent the tyrant's violence,--
    For trust not him that hath once broken faith,--
    I'll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary,
    To save at least the heir of Edward's right:
    There shall I rest secure from force and fraud.
    Come, therefore, let us fly while we may fly:
    If Warwick take us we are sure to die.

    Richard III. Now, my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley,
    Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither,
    Into this chiefest thicket of the park.
    Thus stands the case: you know our king, my brother,
    Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands
    He hath good usage and great liberty,
    And, often but attended with weak guard,
    Comes hunting this way to disport himself.
    I have advertised him by secret means
    That if about this hour he make his way
    Under the colour of his usual game,
    He shall here find his friends with horse and men
    To set him free from his captivity.

69 IV / 5
  • Brother, the time and case requireth haste:
    Your horse stands ready at the p...
  • Brother, the time and case requireth haste:
    Your horse stands ready at the park-corner.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Nay, this way, man: see where the huntsmen stand.
    Now, brother of Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
    Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer?

    Richard III. Brother, the time and case requireth haste:
    Your horse stands ready at the park-corner.

70 IV / 5
  • Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning.
  • Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning.
  • Lord Hastings. To Lynn, my lord,
    And ship from thence to Flanders.

    Richard III. Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning.

71 IV / 5
  • But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk.
  • But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness.

    Richard III. But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk.

72 IV / 5
  • Come then, away; let's ha' no more ado.
  • Come then, away; let's ha' no more ado.
  • Huntsman. Better do so than tarry and be hang'd.

    Richard III. Come then, away; let's ha' no more ado.

73 IV / 7
  • The gates made fast! Brother, I like not this;
    For many men that stumble at...
  • The gates made fast! Brother, I like not this;
    For many men that stumble at the threshold
    Are well foretold that danger lurks within.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Now, brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
    Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,
    And says that once more I shall interchange
    My waned state for Henry's regal crown.
    Well have we pass'd and now repass'd the seas
    And brought desired help from Burgundy:
    What then remains, we being thus arrived
    From Ravenspurgh haven before the gates of York,
    But that we enter, as into our dukedom?

    Richard III. The gates made fast! Brother, I like not this;
    For many men that stumble at the threshold
    Are well foretold that danger lurks within.

74 IV / 7
  • [Aside] But when the fox hath once got in his nose,
    He'll soon find means to...
  • [Aside] But when the fox hath once got in his nose,
    He'll soon find means to make the body follow.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom,
    As being well content with that alone.

    Richard III. [Aside] But when the fox hath once got in his nose,
    He'll soon find means to make the body follow.

75 IV / 7
  • A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded!
  • A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded!
  • Mayor of York. Ay, say you so? the gates shall then be open'd.

    Richard III. A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded!

76 IV / 7
  • Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,
    Our trusty friend, unless I be deceive...
  • Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,
    Our trusty friend, unless I be deceived.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). So, master mayor: these gates must not be shut
    But in the night or in the time of war.
    What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys;
    [Takes his keys]
    For Edward will defend the town and thee,
    And all those friends that deign to follow me.

    Richard III. Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,
    Our trusty friend, unless I be deceived.

77 IV / 7
  • Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?
  • Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?
  • Marquess of Montague. What talk you of debating? in few words,
    If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king,
    I'll leave you to your fortune and be gone
    To keep them back that come to succor you:
    Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title?

    Richard III. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?

78 IV / 7
  • And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
    Brother, we will proclaim you...
  • And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
    Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand:
    The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
  • Lord Hastings. Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule.

    Richard III. And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
    Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand:
    The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.

79 IV / 8
  • Away betimes, before his forces join,
    And take the great-grown traitor unawa...
  • Away betimes, before his forces join,
    And take the great-grown traitor unawares:
    Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Seize on the shame-faced Henry, bear him hence;
    And once again proclaim us King of England.
    You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow:
    Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry,
    And swell so much the higher by their ebb.
    Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak.
    [Exeunt some with KING HENRY VI]
    And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course
    Where peremptory Warwick now remains:
    The sun shines hot; and, if we use delay,
    Cold biting winter mars our hoped-for hay.

    Richard III. Away betimes, before his forces join,
    And take the great-grown traitor unawares:
    Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.

80 V / 1
  • See how the surly Warwick mans the wall!
  • See how the surly Warwick mans the wall!
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle.

    Richard III. See how the surly Warwick mans the wall!

81 V / 1
  • I thought, at least, he would have said the king;
    Or did he make the jest ag...
  • I thought, at least, he would have said the king;
    Or did he make the jest against his will?
  • Earl of Warwick. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,
    Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee own,
    Call Warwick patron and be penitent?
    And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.

    Richard III. I thought, at least, he would have said the king;
    Or did he make the jest against his will?

82 V / 1
  • Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give:
    I'll do thee service for so good a...
  • Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give:
    I'll do thee service for so good a gift.
  • Earl of Warwick. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?

    Richard III. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give:
    I'll do thee service for so good a gift.

83 V / 1
  • Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,
    But, whiles he thought to steal the...
  • Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,
    But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
    The king was slily finger'd from the deck!
    You left poor Henry at the Bishop's palace,
    And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner:
    And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:
    What is the body when the head is off?

    Richard III. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,
    But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
    The king was slily finger'd from the deck!
    You left poor Henry at the Bishop's palace,
    And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.

84 V / 1
  • Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down:
    Nay, when? strike now,...
  • Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down:
    Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.

    Richard III. Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down:
    Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools.

85 V / 1
  • The gates are open, let us enter too.
  • The gates are open, let us enter too.
  • Earl Oxford. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!

    Richard III. The gates are open, let us enter too.

86 V / 1
  • Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason
    Even with the dearest blood...
  • Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason
    Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.
  • Marquess of Montague. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!

    Richard III. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason
    Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.

87 V / 1
  • Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset,
    Have sold their lives unto the hous...
  • Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset,
    Have sold their lives unto the house of York;
    And thou shalt be the third if this sword hold.
  • Duke/Earl of Somerset. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!

    Richard III. Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset,
    Have sold their lives unto the house of York;
    And thou shalt be the third if this sword hold.

88 V / 1
  • Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike.
  • Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved,
    Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.

    Richard III. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike.

89 V / 3
  • The queen is valued thirty thousand strong,
    And Somerset, with Oxford fled t...
  • The queen is valued thirty thousand strong,
    And Somerset, with Oxford fled to her:
    If she have time to breathe be well assured
    Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
  • George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence). A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
    And blow it to the source from whence it came:
    The very beams will dry those vapours up,
    For every cloud engenders not a storm.

    Richard III. The queen is valued thirty thousand strong,
    And Somerset, with Oxford fled to her:
    If she have time to breathe be well assured
    Her faction will be full as strong as ours.

90 V / 5
  • It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes!
  • It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes!
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Is proclamation made, that who finds Edward
    Shall have a high reward, and he his life?

    Richard III. It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes!

91 V / 5
  • That you might still have worn the petticoat,
    And ne'er have stol'n the bree...
  • That you might still have worn the petticoat,
    And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster.
  • Queen Margaret. Ah, that thy father had been so resolved!

    Richard III. That you might still have worn the petticoat,
    And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster.

92 V / 5
  • By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word.
  • By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word.
  • Prince Edward. Let AEsop fable in a winter's night;
    His currish riddles sort not with this place.

    Richard III. By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word.

93 V / 5
  • For God's sake, take away this captive scold.
  • For God's sake, take away this captive scold.
  • Queen Margaret. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.

    Richard III. For God's sake, take away this captive scold.

94 V / 5
  • Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony.
  • Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Take that, thou likeness of this railer here.

    Richard III. Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony.

95 V / 5
  • Marry, and shall.
  • Marry, and shall.
  • Queen Margaret. O, kill me too!

    Richard III. Marry, and shall.

96 V / 5
  • Why should she live, to fill the world with words?
  • Why should she live, to fill the world with words?
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much.

    Richard III. Why should she live, to fill the world with words?

97 V / 5
  • Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother;
    I'll hence to London on a seriou...
  • Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother;
    I'll hence to London on a serious matter:
    Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). What, doth she swoon? use means for her recovery.

    Richard III. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother;
    I'll hence to London on a serious matter:
    Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.

98 V / 5
  • The Tower, the Tower.
  • The Tower, the Tower.
  • George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence). What? what?

    Richard III. The Tower, the Tower.

99 V / 6
  • Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?
  • Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head.
    Now march we hence: discharge the common sort
    With pay and thanks, and let's away to London
    And see our gentle queen how well she fares:
    By this, I hope, she hath a son for me.

    Richard III. Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?

100 V / 6
  • Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer.
  • Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer.
  • Henry VI. Ay, my good lord:--my lord, I should say rather;
    'Tis sin to flatter; 'good' was little better:
    'Good Gloucester' and 'good devil' were alike,
    And both preposterous; therefore, not 'good lord.'

    Richard III. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer.

101 V / 6
  • Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
    The thief doth fear each bush an of...
  • Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
    The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
  • Henry VI. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;
    So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece
    And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.
    What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?

    Richard III. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
    The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

102 V / 6
  • Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete,
    That taught his son the office o...
  • Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete,
    That taught his son the office of a fowl!
    An yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.
  • Henry VI. The bird that hath been limed in a bush,
    With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush;
    And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,
    Have now the fatal object in my eye
    Where my poor young was limed, was caught and kill'd.

    Richard III. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete,
    That taught his son the office of a fowl!
    An yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.

103 V / 6
  • Think'st thou I am an executioner?
  • Think'st thou I am an executioner?
  • Henry VI. I, Daedalus; my poor boy, Icarus;
    Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;
    The sun that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy
    Thy brother Edward, and thyself the sea
    Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.
    Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words!
    My breast can better brook thy dagger's point
    Than can my ears that tragic history.
    But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life?

    Richard III. Think'st thou I am an executioner?

104 V / 6
  • Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.
  • Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.
  • Henry VI. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art:
    If murdering innocents be executing,
    Why, then thou art an executioner.

    Richard III. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.

105 V / 6
  • I'll hear no more: die, prophet in thy speech:
    [Stabs him]
    For this amon...
  • I'll hear no more: die, prophet in thy speech:
    [Stabs him]
    For this amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.
  • Henry VI. Hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst presume,
    Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine.
    And thus I prophesy, that many a thousand,
    Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,
    And many an old man's sigh and many a widow's,
    And many an orphan's water-standing eye--
    Men for their sons, wives for their husbands,
    And orphans for their parents timeless death--
    Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
    The owl shriek'd at thy birth,--an evil sign;
    The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
    Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees;
    The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,
    And chattering pies in dismal discords sung.
    Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain,
    And, yet brought forth less than a mother's hope,
    To wit, an indigested and deformed lump,
    Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.
    Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born,
    To signify thou camest to bite the world:
    And, if the rest be true which I have heard,
    Thou camest--

    Richard III. I'll hear no more: die, prophet in thy speech:
    [Stabs him]
    For this amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.

106 V / 6
  • What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
    Sink in the ground? I thought it...
  • What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
    Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted.
    See how my sword weeps for the poor king's death!
    O, may such purple tears be alway shed
    From those that wish the downfall of our house!
    If any spark of life be yet remaining,
    Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither:
    [Stabs him again]
    I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.
    Indeed, 'tis true that Henry told me of;
    For I have often heard my mother say
    I came into the world with my legs forward:
    Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
    And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?
    The midwife wonder'd and the women cried
    'O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!'
    And so I was; which plainly signified
    That I should snarl and bite and play the dog.
    Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so,
    Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.
    I have no brother, I am like no brother;
    And this word 'love,' which graybeards call divine,
    Be resident in men like one another
    And not in me: I am myself alone.
    Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light:
    But I will sort a pitchy day for thee;
    For I will buz abroad such prophecies
    That Edward shall be fearful of his life,
    And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.
    King Henry and the prince his son are gone:
    Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest,
    Counting myself but bad till I be best.
    I'll throw thy body in another room
    And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.
  • Henry VI. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.
    God forgive my sins, and pardon thee!

    Richard III. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
    Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted.
    See how my sword weeps for the poor king's death!
    O, may such purple tears be alway shed
    From those that wish the downfall of our house!
    If any spark of life be yet remaining,
    Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither:
    [Stabs him again]
    I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.
    Indeed, 'tis true that Henry told me of;
    For I have often heard my mother say
    I came into the world with my legs forward:
    Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
    And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?
    The midwife wonder'd and the women cried
    'O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!'
    And so I was; which plainly signified
    That I should snarl and bite and play the dog.
    Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so,
    Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.
    I have no brother, I am like no brother;
    And this word 'love,' which graybeards call divine,
    Be resident in men like one another
    And not in me: I am myself alone.
    Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light:
    But I will sort a pitchy day for thee;
    For I will buz abroad such prophecies
    That Edward shall be fearful of his life,
    And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.
    King Henry and the prince his son are gone:
    Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest,
    Counting myself but bad till I be best.
    I'll throw thy body in another room
    And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.

107 V / 7
  • [Aside] I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;
    For yet I am not loo...
  • [Aside] I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;
    For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
    This shoulder was ordain'd so thick to heave;
    And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:
    Work thou the way,--and thou shalt execute.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Once more we sit in England's royal throne,
    Re-purchased with the blood of enemies.
    What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn,
    Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride!
    Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
    For hardy and undoubted champions;
    Two Cliffords, as the father and the son,
    And two Northumberlands; two braver men
    Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound;
    With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague,
    That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion
    And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
    Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat
    And made our footstool of security.
    Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy.
    Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles and myself
    Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night,
    Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat,
    That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace;
    And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.

    Richard III. [Aside] I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;
    For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
    This shoulder was ordain'd so thick to heave;
    And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:
    Work thou the way,--and thou shalt execute.

108 V / 7
  • And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st,
    Witness the loving kis...
  • And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st,
    Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.
    [Aside] To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master,]
    And cried 'all hail!' when as he meant all harm.
  • Queen Elizabeth. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.

    Richard III. And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st,
    Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.
    [Aside] To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master,]
    And cried 'all hail!' when as he meant all harm.

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