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

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1 IV / 2
  • Stand all apart Cousin of Buckingham!
  • Stand all apart Cousin of Buckingham!
  • 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.

    Richard III. Stand all apart Cousin of Buckingham!

2 IV / 2
  • Give me thy hand.
    [Here he ascendeth his throne]
    Thus high, by thy advic...
  • Give me thy hand.
    [Here he ascendeth his throne]
    Thus high, by thy advice
    And thy assistance, is King Richard seated;
    But shall we wear these honours for a day?
    Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?
  • Duke of Buckingham. My gracious sovereign?

    Richard III. Give me thy hand.
    [Here he ascendeth his throne]
    Thus high, by thy advice
    And thy assistance, is King Richard seated;
    But shall we wear these honours for a day?
    Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?

3 IV / 2
  • O Buckingham, now do I play the touch,
    To try if thou be current gold indeed...
  • O Buckingham, now do I play the touch,
    To try if thou be current gold indeed
    Young Edward lives: think now what I would say.
  • Duke of Buckingham. Still live they and for ever may they last!

    Richard III. O Buckingham, now do I play the touch,
    To try if thou be current gold indeed
    Young Edward lives: think now what I would say.

4 IV / 2
  • Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be king,
  • Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be king,
  • Duke of Buckingham. Say on, my loving lord.

    Richard III. Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be king,

5 IV / 2
  • Ha! am I king? 'tis so: but Edward lives.
  • Ha! am I king? 'tis so: but Edward lives.
  • Duke of Buckingham. Why, so you are, my thrice renowned liege.

    Richard III. Ha! am I king? 'tis so: but Edward lives.

6 IV / 2
  • O bitter consequence,
    That Edward still should live! 'True, noble prince!' <...
  • O bitter consequence,
    That Edward still should live! 'True, noble prince!'
    Cousin, thou wert not wont to be so dull:
    Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead;
    And I would have it suddenly perform'd.
    What sayest thou? speak suddenly; be brief.
  • Duke of Buckingham. True, noble prince.

    Richard III. O bitter consequence,
    That Edward still should live! 'True, noble prince!'
    Cousin, thou wert not wont to be so dull:
    Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead;
    And I would have it suddenly perform'd.
    What sayest thou? speak suddenly; be brief.

7 IV / 2
  • Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness freezeth:
    Say, have I thy consent t...
  • Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness freezeth:
    Say, have I thy consent that they shall die?
  • Duke of Buckingham. Your grace may do your pleasure.

    Richard III. Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness freezeth:
    Say, have I thy consent that they shall die?

8 IV / 2
  • I will converse with iron-witted fools
    And unrespective boys: none are for m...
  • I will converse with iron-witted fools
    And unrespective boys: none are for me
    That look into me with considerate eyes:
    High-reaching Buckingham grows circumspect.
    Boy!
  • Sir William Catesby. [Aside to a stander by]
    The king is angry: see, he bites the lip.

    Richard III. I will converse with iron-witted fools
    And unrespective boys: none are for me
    That look into me with considerate eyes:
    High-reaching Buckingham grows circumspect.
    Boy!

9 IV / 2
  • Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold
    Would tempt unto a close exploit o...
  • Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold
    Would tempt unto a close exploit of death?
  • Page. My lord?

    Richard III. Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold
    Would tempt unto a close exploit of death?

10 IV / 2
  • What is his name?
  • What is his name?
  • Page. My lord, I know a discontented gentleman,
    Whose humble means match not his haughty mind:
    Gold were as good as twenty orators,
    And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing.

    Richard III. What is his name?

11 IV / 2
  • I partly know the man: go, call him hither.
    [Exit Page]
    The deep-revolvi...
  • I partly know the man: go, call him hither.
    [Exit Page]
    The deep-revolving witty Buckingham
    No more shall be the neighbour to my counsel:
    Hath he so long held out with me untired,
    And stops he now for breath?
    [Enter STANLEY]
    How now! what news with you?
  • Page. His name, my lord, is Tyrrel.

    Richard III. I partly know the man: go, call him hither.
    [Exit Page]
    The deep-revolving witty Buckingham
    No more shall be the neighbour to my counsel:
    Hath he so long held out with me untired,
    And stops he now for breath?
    [Enter STANLEY]
    How now! what news with you?

12 IV / 2
  • Catesby!
  • Catesby!
  • Sir William Stanley. My lord, I hear the Marquis Dorset's fled
    To Richmond, in those parts beyond the sea
    Where he abides.

    Richard III. Catesby!

13 IV / 2
  • Rumour it abroad
    That Anne, my wife, is sick and like to die:
    I will tak...
  • Rumour it abroad
    That Anne, my wife, is sick and like to die:
    I will take order for her keeping close.
    Inquire me out some mean-born gentleman,
    Whom I will marry straight to Clarence' daughter:
    The boy is foolish, and I fear not him.
    Look, how thou dream'st! I say again, give out
    That Anne my wife is sick and like to die:
    About it; for it stands me much upon,
    To stop all hopes whose growth may damage me.
    [Exit CATESBY]
    I must be married to my brother's daughter,
    Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glass.
    Murder her brothers, and then marry her!
    Uncertain way of gain! But I am in
    So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin:
    Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.
    [Re-enter Page, with TYRREL]
    Is thy name Tyrrel?
  • Sir William Catesby. My lord?

    Richard III. Rumour it abroad
    That Anne, my wife, is sick and like to die:
    I will take order for her keeping close.
    Inquire me out some mean-born gentleman,
    Whom I will marry straight to Clarence' daughter:
    The boy is foolish, and I fear not him.
    Look, how thou dream'st! I say again, give out
    That Anne my wife is sick and like to die:
    About it; for it stands me much upon,
    To stop all hopes whose growth may damage me.
    [Exit CATESBY]
    I must be married to my brother's daughter,
    Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glass.
    Murder her brothers, and then marry her!
    Uncertain way of gain! But I am in
    So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin:
    Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.
    [Re-enter Page, with TYRREL]
    Is thy name Tyrrel?

14 IV / 2
  • Art thou, indeed?
  • Art thou, indeed?
  • Sir James Tyrrel. James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject.

    Richard III. Art thou, indeed?

15 IV / 2
  • Darest thou resolve to kill a friend of mine?
  • Darest thou resolve to kill a friend of mine?
  • Sir James Tyrrel. Prove me, my gracious sovereign.

    Richard III. Darest thou resolve to kill a friend of mine?

16 IV / 2
  • Why, there thou hast it: two deep enemies,
    Foes to my rest and my sweet slee...
  • Why, there thou hast it: two deep enemies,
    Foes to my rest and my sweet sleep's disturbers
    Are they that I would have thee deal upon:
    Tyrrel, I mean those bastards in the Tower.
  • Sir James Tyrrel. Ay, my lord;
    But I had rather kill two enemies.

    Richard III. Why, there thou hast it: two deep enemies,
    Foes to my rest and my sweet sleep's disturbers
    Are they that I would have thee deal upon:
    Tyrrel, I mean those bastards in the Tower.

17 IV / 2
  • Thou sing'st sweet music. Hark, come hither, Tyrrel
    Go, by this token: rise,...
  • Thou sing'st sweet music. Hark, come hither, Tyrrel
    Go, by this token: rise, and lend thine ear:
    [Whispers]
    There is no more but so: say it is done,
    And I will love thee, and prefer thee too.
  • Sir James Tyrrel. Let me have open means to come to them,
    And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them.

    Richard III. Thou sing'st sweet music. Hark, come hither, Tyrrel
    Go, by this token: rise, and lend thine ear:
    [Whispers]
    There is no more but so: say it is done,
    And I will love thee, and prefer thee too.

18 IV / 2
  • Shall we hear from thee, Tyrrel, ere we sleep?
  • Shall we hear from thee, Tyrrel, ere we sleep?
  • Sir James Tyrrel. 'Tis done, my gracious lord.

    Richard III. Shall we hear from thee, Tyrrel, ere we sleep?

19 IV / 2
  • Well, let that pass. Dorset is fled to Richmond.
  • Well, let that pass. Dorset is fled to Richmond.
  • Duke of Buckingham. My Lord, I have consider'd in my mind. The late demand that you did sound me in.

    Richard III. Well, let that pass. Dorset is fled to Richmond.

20 IV / 2
  • Stanley, he is your wife's son well, look to it.
  • Stanley, he is your wife's son well, look to it.
  • Duke of Buckingham. I hear that news, my lord.

    Richard III. Stanley, he is your wife's son well, look to it.

21 IV / 2
  • Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey
    Letters to Richmond, you shall ans...
  • Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey
    Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it.
  • Duke of Buckingham. My lord, I claim your gift, my due by promise,
    For which your honour and your faith is pawn'd;
    The earldom of Hereford and the moveables
    The which you promised I should possess.

    Richard III. Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey
    Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it.

22 IV / 2
  • As I remember, Henry the Sixth
    Did prophesy that Richmond should be king,
  • As I remember, Henry the Sixth
    Did prophesy that Richmond should be king,
    When Richmond was a little peevish boy.
    A king, perhaps, perhaps,--
  • Duke of Buckingham. What says your highness to my just demand?

    Richard III. As I remember, Henry the Sixth
    Did prophesy that Richmond should be king,
    When Richmond was a little peevish boy.
    A king, perhaps, perhaps,--

23 IV / 2
  • How chance the prophet could not at that time
    Have told me, I being by, that...
  • How chance the prophet could not at that time
    Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him?
  • Duke of Buckingham. My lord!

    Richard III. How chance the prophet could not at that time
    Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him?

24 IV / 2
  • Richmond! When last I was at Exeter,
    The mayor in courtesy show'd me the cas...
  • Richmond! When last I was at Exeter,
    The mayor in courtesy show'd me the castle,
    And call'd it Rougemont: at which name I started,
    Because a bard of Ireland told me once
    I should not live long after I saw Richmond.
  • Duke of Buckingham. My lord, your promise for the earldom,--

    Richard III. Richmond! When last I was at Exeter,
    The mayor in courtesy show'd me the castle,
    And call'd it Rougemont: at which name I started,
    Because a bard of Ireland told me once
    I should not live long after I saw Richmond.

25 IV / 2
  • Ay, what's o'clock?
  • Ay, what's o'clock?
  • Duke of Buckingham. My Lord!

    Richard III. Ay, what's o'clock?

26 IV / 2
  • Well, but what's o'clock?
  • Well, but what's o'clock?
  • Duke of Buckingham. I am thus bold to put your grace in mind
    Of what you promised me.

    Richard III. Well, but what's o'clock?

27 IV / 2
  • Well, let it strike.
  • Well, let it strike.
  • Duke of Buckingham. Upon the stroke of ten.

    Richard III. Well, let it strike.

28 IV / 2
  • Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st the stroke
    Betwixt thy begging and m...
  • Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st the stroke
    Betwixt thy begging and my meditation.
    I am not in the giving vein to-day.
  • Duke of Buckingham. Why let it strike?

    Richard III. Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st the stroke
    Betwixt thy begging and my meditation.
    I am not in the giving vein to-day.

29 IV / 2
  • Tut, tut,
    Thou troublest me; am not in the vein.
  • Tut, tut,
    Thou troublest me; am not in the vein.
  • Duke of Buckingham. Why, then resolve me whether you will or no.

    Richard III. Tut, tut,
    Thou troublest me; am not in the vein.

30 IV / 3
  • Kind Tyrrel, am I happy in thy news?
  • Kind Tyrrel, am I happy in thy news?
  • Sir James Tyrrel. The tyrannous and bloody deed is done.
    The most arch of piteous massacre
    That ever yet this land was guilty of.
    Dighton and Forrest, whom I did suborn
    To do this ruthless piece of butchery,
    Although they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs,
    Melting with tenderness and kind compassion
    Wept like two children in their deaths' sad stories.
    'Lo, thus' quoth Dighton, 'lay those tender babes:'
    'Thus, thus,' quoth Forrest, 'girdling one another
    Within their innocent alabaster arms:
    Their lips were four red roses on a stalk,
    Which in their summer beauty kiss'd each other.
    A book of prayers on their pillow lay;
    Which once,' quoth Forrest, 'almost changed my mind;
    But O! the devil'--there the villain stopp'd
    Whilst Dighton thus told on: 'We smothered
    The most replenished sweet work of nature,
    That from the prime creation e'er she framed.'
    Thus both are gone with conscience and remorse;
    They could not speak; and so I left them both,
    To bring this tidings to the bloody king.
    And here he comes.
    [Enter KING RICHARD III]
    All hail, my sovereign liege!

    Richard III. Kind Tyrrel, am I happy in thy news?

31 IV / 3
  • But didst thou see them dead?
  • But didst thou see them dead?
  • Sir James Tyrrel. If to have done the thing you gave in charge
    Beget your happiness, be happy then,
    For it is done, my lord.

    Richard III. But didst thou see them dead?

32 IV / 3
  • And buried, gentle Tyrrel?
  • And buried, gentle Tyrrel?
  • Sir James Tyrrel. I did, my lord.

    Richard III. And buried, gentle Tyrrel?

33 IV / 3
  • Come to me, Tyrrel, soon at after supper,
    And thou shalt tell the process of...
  • Come to me, Tyrrel, soon at after supper,
    And thou shalt tell the process of their death.
    Meantime, but think how I may do thee good,
    And be inheritor of thy desire.
    Farewell till soon.
    [Exit TYRREL]
    The son of Clarence have I pent up close;
    His daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage;
    The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom,
    And Anne my wife hath bid the world good night.
    Now, for I know the Breton Richmond aims
    At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter,
    And, by that knot, looks proudly o'er the crown,
    To her I go, a jolly thriving wooer.
  • Sir James Tyrrel. The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them;
    But how or in what place I do not know.

    Richard III. Come to me, Tyrrel, soon at after supper,
    And thou shalt tell the process of their death.
    Meantime, but think how I may do thee good,
    And be inheritor of thy desire.
    Farewell till soon.
    [Exit TYRREL]
    The son of Clarence have I pent up close;
    His daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage;
    The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom,
    And Anne my wife hath bid the world good night.
    Now, for I know the Breton Richmond aims
    At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter,
    And, by that knot, looks proudly o'er the crown,
    To her I go, a jolly thriving wooer.

34 IV / 3
  • Good news or bad, that thou comest in so bluntly?
  • Good news or bad, that thou comest in so bluntly?
  • Sir William Catesby. My lord!

    Richard III. Good news or bad, that thou comest in so bluntly?

35 IV / 3
  • Ely with Richmond troubles me more near
    Than Buckingham and his rash-levied...
  • Ely with Richmond troubles me more near
    Than Buckingham and his rash-levied army.
    Come, I have heard that fearful commenting
    Is leaden servitor to dull delay;
    Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary
    Then fiery expedition be my wing,
    Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king!
    Come, muster men: my counsel is my shield;
    We must be brief when traitors brave the field.
  • Sir William Catesby. Bad news, my lord: Ely is fled to Richmond;
    And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welshmen,
    Is in the field, and still his power increaseth.

    Richard III. Ely with Richmond troubles me more near
    Than Buckingham and his rash-levied army.
    Come, I have heard that fearful commenting
    Is leaden servitor to dull delay;
    Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary
    Then fiery expedition be my wing,
    Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king!
    Come, muster men: my counsel is my shield;
    We must be brief when traitors brave the field.

36 IV / 4
  • Who intercepts my expedition?
  • Who intercepts my expedition?
  • Duchess of York. If so, then be not tongue-tied: go with me.
    And in the breath of bitter words let's smother
    My damned son, which thy two sweet sons smother'd.
    I hear his drum: be copious in exclaims.

    Richard III. Who intercepts my expedition?

37 IV / 4
  • A flourish, trumpets! strike alarum, drums!
    Let not the heavens hear these t...
  • A flourish, trumpets! strike alarum, drums!
    Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women
    Rail on the Lord's enointed: strike, I say!
    [Flourish. Alarums]
    Either be patient, and entreat me fair,
    Or with the clamorous report of war
    Thus will I drown your exclamations.
  • Queen Elizabeth. Where is kind Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey?

    Richard III. A flourish, trumpets! strike alarum, drums!
    Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women
    Rail on the Lord's enointed: strike, I say!
    [Flourish. Alarums]
    Either be patient, and entreat me fair,
    Or with the clamorous report of war
    Thus will I drown your exclamations.

38 IV / 4
  • Ay, I thank God, my father, and yourself.
  • Ay, I thank God, my father, and yourself.
  • Duchess of York. Art thou my son?

    Richard III. Ay, I thank God, my father, and yourself.

39 IV / 4
  • Madam, I have a touch of your condition,
    Which cannot brook the accent of re...
  • Madam, I have a touch of your condition,
    Which cannot brook the accent of reproof.
  • Duchess of York. Then patiently hear my impatience.

    Richard III. Madam, I have a touch of your condition,
    Which cannot brook the accent of reproof.

40 IV / 4
  • Do then: but I'll not hear.
  • Do then: but I'll not hear.
  • Duchess of York. O, let me speak!

    Richard III. Do then: but I'll not hear.

41 IV / 4
  • And brief, good mother; for I am in haste.
  • And brief, good mother; for I am in haste.
  • Duchess of York. I will be mild and gentle in my speech.

    Richard III. And brief, good mother; for I am in haste.

42 IV / 4
  • And came I not at last to comfort you?
  • And came I not at last to comfort you?
  • Duchess of York. Art thou so hasty? I have stay'd for thee,
    God knows, in anguish, pain and agony.

    Richard III. And came I not at last to comfort you?

43 IV / 4
  • Faith, none, but Humphrey Hour, that call'd
    your grace
    To breakfast once...
  • Faith, none, but Humphrey Hour, that call'd
    your grace
    To breakfast once forth of my company.
    If I be so disgracious in your sight,
    Let me march on, and not offend your grace.
    Strike the drum.
  • Duchess of York. No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it well,
    Thou camest on earth to make the earth my hell.
    A grievous burthen was thy birth to me;
    Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy;
    Thy school-days frightful, desperate, wild, and furious,
    Thy prime of manhood daring, bold, and venturous,
    Thy age confirm'd, proud, subdued, bloody,
    treacherous,
    More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred:
    What comfortable hour canst thou name,
    That ever graced me in thy company?

    Richard III. Faith, none, but Humphrey Hour, that call'd
    your grace
    To breakfast once forth of my company.
    If I be so disgracious in your sight,
    Let me march on, and not offend your grace.
    Strike the drum.

44 IV / 4
  • You speak too bitterly.
  • You speak too bitterly.
  • Duchess of York. I prithee, hear me speak.

    Richard III. You speak too bitterly.

45 IV / 4
  • So.
  • So.
  • Duchess of York. Hear me a word;
    For I shall never speak to thee again.

    Richard III. So.

46 IV / 4
  • Stay, madam; I must speak a word with you.
  • Stay, madam; I must speak a word with you.
  • Queen Elizabeth. Though far more cause, yet much less spirit to curse
    Abides in me; I say amen to all.

    Richard III. Stay, madam; I must speak a word with you.

47 IV / 4
  • You have a daughter call'd Elizabeth,
    Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious....
  • You have a daughter call'd Elizabeth,
    Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.
  • 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.

    Richard III. You have a daughter call'd Elizabeth,
    Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.

48 IV / 4
  • Wrong not her birth, she is of royal blood.
  • Wrong not her birth, she is of royal blood.
  • 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.

    Richard III. Wrong not her birth, she is of royal blood.

49 IV / 4
  • Her life is only safest in her birth.
  • Her life is only safest in her birth.
  • Queen Elizabeth. To save her life, I'll say she is not so.

    Richard III. Her life is only safest in her birth.

50 IV / 4
  • Lo, at their births good stars were opposite.
  • Lo, at their births good stars were opposite.
  • Queen Elizabeth. And only in that safety died her brothers.

    Richard III. Lo, at their births good stars were opposite.

51 IV / 4
  • All unavoided is the doom of destiny.
  • All unavoided is the doom of destiny.
  • Queen Elizabeth. No, to their lives bad friends were contrary.

    Richard III. All unavoided is the doom of destiny.

52 IV / 4
  • You speak as if that I had slain my cousins.
  • You speak as if that I had slain my cousins.
  • 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.

    Richard III. You speak as if that I had slain my cousins.

53 IV / 4
  • Madam, so thrive I in my enterprise
    And dangerous success of bloody wars,
  • 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. 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. 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!

54 IV / 4
  • The advancement of your children, gentle lady.
  • The advancement of your children, gentle lady.
  • Queen Elizabeth. What good is cover'd with the face of heaven,
    To be discover'd, that can do me good?

    Richard III. The advancement of your children, gentle lady.

55 IV / 4
  • No, to the dignity and height of honour
    The high imperial type of this earth...
  • No, to the dignity and height of honour
    The high imperial type of this earth's glory.
  • Queen Elizabeth. Up to some scaffold, there to lose their heads?

    Richard III. No, to the dignity and height of honour
    The high imperial type of this earth's glory.

56 IV / 4
  • Even all I have; yea, and myself and all,
    Will I withal endow a child of thi...
  • 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. 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. 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.

57 IV / 4
  • Then know, that from my soul I love thy daughter.
  • Then know, that from my soul I love thy daughter.
  • Queen Elizabeth. Be brief, lest that be process of thy kindness
    Last longer telling than thy kindness' date.

    Richard III. Then know, that from my soul I love thy daughter.

58 IV / 4
  • What do you think?
  • What do you think?
  • Queen Elizabeth. My daughter's mother thinks it with her soul.

    Richard III. What do you think?

59 IV / 4
  • Be not so hasty to confound my meaning:
    I mean, that with my soul I love thy...
  • 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. 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. 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.

60 IV / 4
  • Even he that makes her queen who should be else?
  • Even he that makes her queen who should be else?
  • Queen Elizabeth. Say then, who dost thou mean shall be her king?

    Richard III. Even he that makes her queen who should be else?

61 IV / 4
  • I, even I: what think you of it, madam?
  • I, even I: what think you of it, madam?
  • Queen Elizabeth. What, thou?

    Richard III. I, even I: what think you of it, madam?

62 IV / 4
  • That would I learn of you,
    As one that are best acquainted with her humour.
  • That would I learn of you,
    As one that are best acquainted with her humour.
  • Queen Elizabeth. How canst thou woo her?

    Richard III. That would I learn of you,
    As one that are best acquainted with her humour.

63 IV / 4
  • Madam, with all my heart.
  • Madam, with all my heart.
  • Queen Elizabeth. And wilt thou learn of me?

    Richard III. Madam, with all my heart.

64 IV / 4
  • Come, come, you mock me; this is not the way
    To win our daughter.
  • Come, come, you mock me; this is not the way
    To win our daughter.
  • 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.

    Richard III. Come, come, you mock me; this is not the way
    To win our daughter.

65 IV / 4
  • Say that I did all this for love of her.
  • Say that I did all this for love of her.
  • Queen Elizabeth. There is no other way
    Unless thou couldst put on some other shape,
    And not be Richard that hath done all this.

    Richard III. Say that I did all this for love of her.

66 IV / 4
  • Look, what is done cannot be now amended:
    Men shall deal unadvisedly sometim...
  • 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. Nay, then indeed she cannot choose but hate thee,
    Having bought love with such a bloody spoil.

    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.

67 IV / 4
  • Infer fair England's peace by this alliance.
  • Infer fair England's peace by this alliance.
  • 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?

    Richard III. Infer fair England's peace by this alliance.

68 IV / 4
  • Say that the king, which may command, entreats.
  • Say that the king, which may command, entreats.
  • Queen Elizabeth. Which she shall purchase with still lasting war.

    Richard III. Say that the king, which may command, entreats.

69 IV / 4
  • Say, she shall be a high and mighty queen.
  • Say, she shall be a high and mighty queen.
  • Queen Elizabeth. That at her hands which the king's King forbids.

    Richard III. Say, she shall be a high and mighty queen.

70 IV / 4
  • Say, I will love her everlastingly.
  • Say, I will love her everlastingly.
  • Queen Elizabeth. To wail the tide, as her mother doth.

    Richard III. Say, I will love her everlastingly.

71 IV / 4
  • Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end.
  • Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end.
  • Queen Elizabeth. But how long shall that title 'ever' last?

    Richard III. Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end.

72 IV / 4
  • So long as heaven and nature lengthens it.
  • So long as heaven and nature lengthens it.
  • Queen Elizabeth. But how long fairly shall her sweet lie last?

    Richard III. So long as heaven and nature lengthens it.

73 IV / 4
  • Say, I, her sovereign, am her subject love.
  • Say, I, her sovereign, am her subject love.
  • Queen Elizabeth. So long as hell and Richard likes of it.

    Richard III. Say, I, her sovereign, am her subject love.

74 IV / 4
  • Be eloquent in my behalf to her.
  • Be eloquent in my behalf to her.
  • Queen Elizabeth. But she, your subject, loathes such sovereignty.

    Richard III. Be eloquent in my behalf to her.

75 IV / 4
  • Then in plain terms tell her my loving tale.
  • Then in plain terms tell her my loving tale.
  • Queen Elizabeth. An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.

    Richard III. Then in plain terms tell her my loving tale.

76 IV / 4
  • Your reasons are too shallow and too quick.
  • Your reasons are too shallow and too quick.
  • Queen Elizabeth. Plain and not honest is too harsh a style.

    Richard III. Your reasons are too shallow and too quick.

77 IV / 4
  • Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.
  • Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.
  • Queen Elizabeth. O no, my reasons are too deep and dead;
    Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their grave.

    Richard III. Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.

78 IV / 4
  • Now, by my George, my garter, and my crown,--
  • Now, by my George, my garter, and my crown,--
  • Queen Elizabeth. Harp on it still shall I till heart-strings break.

    Richard III. Now, by my George, my garter, and my crown,--

79 IV / 4
  • I swear--
  • I swear--
  • Queen Elizabeth. Profaned, dishonour'd, and the third usurp'd.

    Richard III. I swear--

80 IV / 4
  • Now, by the world--
  • Now, by the world--
  • 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.

    Richard III. Now, by the world--

81 IV / 4
  • My father's death--
  • My father's death--
  • Queen Elizabeth. 'Tis full of thy foul wrongs.

    Richard III. My father's death--

82 IV / 4
  • Then, by myself--
  • Then, by myself--
  • Queen Elizabeth. Thy life hath that dishonour'd.

    Richard III. Then, by myself--

83 IV / 4
  • Why then, by God--
  • Why then, by God--
  • Queen Elizabeth. Thyself thyself misusest.

    Richard III. Why then, by God--

84 IV / 4
  • The time to come.
  • The time to come.
  • 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?

    Richard III. The time to come.

85 IV / 4
  • As I intend to prosper and repent,
    So thrive I in my dangerous attempt
    O...
  • 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. 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. 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.

86 IV / 4
  • Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good.
  • Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good.
  • Queen Elizabeth. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus?

    Richard III. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good.

87 IV / 4
  • Ay, if yourself's remembrance wrong yourself.
  • Ay, if yourself's remembrance wrong yourself.
  • Queen Elizabeth. Shall I forget myself to be myself?

    Richard III. Ay, if yourself's remembrance wrong yourself.

88 IV / 4
  • But in your daughter's womb I bury them:
    Where in that nest of spicery they...
  • 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. But thou didst kill my children.

    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.

89 IV / 4
  • And be a happy mother by the deed.
  • And be a happy mother by the deed.
  • Queen Elizabeth. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will?

    Richard III. And be a happy mother by the deed.

90 IV / 4
  • Bear her my true love's kiss; and so, farewell.
    [Exit QUEEN ELIZABETH]
    R...
  • Bear her my true love's kiss; and so, farewell.
    [Exit QUEEN ELIZABETH]
    Relenting fool, and shallow, changing woman!
    [Enter RATCLIFF; CATESBY following]
    How now! what news?
  • Queen Elizabeth. I go. Write to me very shortly.
    And you shall understand from me her mind.

    Richard III. Bear her my true love's kiss; and so, farewell.
    [Exit QUEEN ELIZABETH]
    Relenting fool, and shallow, changing woman!
    [Enter RATCLIFF; CATESBY following]
    How now! what news?

91 IV / 4
  • Some light-foot friend post to the Duke of Norfolk:
    Ratcliff, thyself, or Ca...
  • Some light-foot friend post to the Duke of Norfolk:
    Ratcliff, thyself, or Catesby; where is he?
  • Sir Richard Ratcliff. My gracious sovereign, on the western coast
    Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore
    Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends,
    Unarm'd, and unresolved to beat them back:
    'Tis thought that Richmond is their admiral;
    And there they hull, expecting but the aid
    Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore.

    Richard III. Some light-foot friend post to the Duke of Norfolk:
    Ratcliff, thyself, or Catesby; where is he?

92 IV / 4
  • Fly to the duke:
    [To RATCLIFF]
    Post thou to Salisbury
    When thou come...
  • Fly to the duke:
    [To RATCLIFF]
    Post thou to Salisbury
    When thou comest thither--
    [To CATESBY]
    Dull, unmindful villain,
    Why stand'st thou still, and go'st not to the duke?
  • Sir William Catesby. Here, my lord.

    Richard III. Fly to the duke:
    [To RATCLIFF]
    Post thou to Salisbury
    When thou comest thither--
    [To CATESBY]
    Dull, unmindful villain,
    Why stand'st thou still, and go'st not to the duke?

93 IV / 4
  • O, true, good Catesby: bid him levy straight
    The greatest strength and power...
  • O, true, good Catesby: bid him levy straight
    The greatest strength and power he can make,
    And meet me presently at Salisbury.
  • Sir William Catesby. First, mighty sovereign, let me know your mind,
    What from your grace I shall deliver to him.

    Richard III. O, true, good Catesby: bid him levy straight
    The greatest strength and power he can make,
    And meet me presently at Salisbury.

94 IV / 4
  • Why, what wouldst thou do there before I go?
  • Why, what wouldst thou do there before I go?
  • Sir Richard Ratcliff. What is't your highness' pleasure I shall do at
    Salisbury?

    Richard III. Why, what wouldst thou do there before I go?

95 IV / 4
  • My mind is changed, sir, my mind is changed.
    [Enter STANLEY]
    How now, wh...
  • My mind is changed, sir, my mind is changed.
    [Enter STANLEY]
    How now, what news with you?
  • Sir Richard Ratcliff. Your highness told me I should post before.

    Richard III. My mind is changed, sir, my mind is changed.
    [Enter STANLEY]
    How now, what news with you?

96 IV / 4
  • Hoyday, a riddle! neither good nor bad!
    Why dost thou run so many mile about...
  • Hoyday, a riddle! neither good nor bad!
    Why dost thou run so many mile about,
    When thou mayst tell thy tale a nearer way?
    Once more, what news?
  • Sir William Stanley. None good, my lord, to please you with the hearing;
    Nor none so bad, but it may well be told.

    Richard III. Hoyday, a riddle! neither good nor bad!
    Why dost thou run so many mile about,
    When thou mayst tell thy tale a nearer way?
    Once more, what news?

97 IV / 4
  • There let him sink, and be the seas on him!
    White-liver'd runagate, what dot...
  • There let him sink, and be the seas on him!
    White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there?
  • Sir William Stanley. Richmond is on the seas.

    Richard III. There let him sink, and be the seas on him!
    White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there?

98 IV / 4
  • Well, sir, as you guess, as you guess?
  • Well, sir, as you guess, as you guess?
  • Sir William Stanley. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess.

    Richard III. Well, sir, as you guess, as you guess?

99 IV / 4
  • Is the chair empty? is the sword unsway'd?
    Is the king dead? the empire unpo...
  • Is the chair empty? is the sword unsway'd?
    Is the king dead? the empire unpossess'd?
    What heir of York is there alive but we?
    And who is England's king but great York's heir?
    Then, tell me, what doth he upon the sea?
  • Sir William Stanley. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Ely,
    He makes for England, there to claim the crown.

    Richard III. Is the chair empty? is the sword unsway'd?
    Is the king dead? the empire unpossess'd?
    What heir of York is there alive but we?
    And who is England's king but great York's heir?
    Then, tell me, what doth he upon the sea?

100 IV / 4
  • Unless for that he comes to be your liege,
    You cannot guess wherefore the We...
  • Unless for that he comes to be your liege,
    You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes.
    Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear.
  • Sir William Stanley. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess.

    Richard III. Unless for that he comes to be your liege,
    You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes.
    Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear.

101 IV / 4
  • Where is thy power, then, to beat him back?
    Where are thy tenants and thy fo...
  • Where is thy power, then, to beat him back?
    Where are thy tenants and thy followers?
    Are they not now upon the western shore.
    Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships!
  • Sir William Stanley. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust me not.

    Richard III. Where is thy power, then, to beat him back?
    Where are thy tenants and thy followers?
    Are they not now upon the western shore.
    Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships!

102 IV / 4
  • Cold friends to Richard: what do they in the north,
    When they should serve t...
  • Cold friends to Richard: what do they in the north,
    When they should serve their sovereign in the west?
  • Sir William Stanley. No, my good lord, my friends are in the north.

    Richard III. Cold friends to Richard: what do they in the north,
    When they should serve their sovereign in the west?

103 IV / 4
  • Ay, ay. thou wouldst be gone to join with Richmond:
    I will not trust you, si...
  • Ay, ay. thou wouldst be gone to join with Richmond:
    I will not trust you, sir.
  • Sir William Stanley. They have not been commanded, mighty sovereign:
    Please it your majesty to give me leave,
    I'll muster up my friends, and meet your grace
    Where and what time your majesty shall please.

    Richard III. Ay, ay. thou wouldst be gone to join with Richmond:
    I will not trust you, sir.

104 IV / 4
  • Well,
    Go muster men; but, hear you, leave behind
    Your son, George Stanle...
  • Well,
    Go muster men; but, hear you, leave behind
    Your son, George Stanley: look your faith be firm.
    Or else his head's assurance is but frail.
  • Sir William Stanley. Most mighty sovereign,
    You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful:
    I never was nor never will be false.

    Richard III. Well,
    Go muster men; but, hear you, leave behind
    Your son, George Stanley: look your faith be firm.
    Or else his head's assurance is but frail.

105 IV / 4
  • Out on you, owls! nothing but songs of death?
    [He striketh him]
    Take tha...
  • Out on you, owls! nothing but songs of death?
    [He striketh him]
    Take that, until thou bring me better news.
  • Third Messenger. My lord, the army of the Duke of Buckingham--

    Richard III. Out on you, owls! nothing but songs of death?
    [He striketh him]
    Take that, until thou bring me better news.

106 IV / 4
  • I cry thee mercy:
    There is my purse to cure that blow of thine.
    Hath any...
  • I cry thee mercy:
    There is my purse to cure that blow of thine.
    Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd
    Reward to him that brings the traitor in?
  • Third Messenger. The news I have to tell your majesty
    Is, that by sudden floods and fall of waters,
    Buckingham's army is dispersed and scatter'd;
    And he himself wander'd away alone,
    No man knows whither.

    Richard III. I cry thee mercy:
    There is my purse to cure that blow of thine.
    Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd
    Reward to him that brings the traitor in?

107 IV / 4
  • March on, march on, since we are up in arms;
    If not to fight with foreign en...
  • March on, march on, since we are up in arms;
    If not to fight with foreign enemies,
    Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.
  • Fourth Messenger. Sir Thomas Lovel and Lord Marquis Dorset,
    'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms.
    Yet this good comfort bring I to your grace,
    The Breton navy is dispersed by tempest:
    Richmond, in Yorkshire, sent out a boat
    Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks
    If they were his assistants, yea or no;
    Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham.
    Upon his party: he, mistrusting them,
    Hoisted sail and made away for Brittany.

    Richard III. March on, march on, since we are up in arms;
    If not to fight with foreign enemies,
    Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.

108 IV / 4
  • Away towards Salisbury! while we reason here,
    A royal battle might be won an...
  • Away towards Salisbury! while we reason here,
    A royal battle might be won and lost
    Some one take order Buckingham be brought
    To Salisbury; the rest march on with me.
  • Sir William Catesby. My liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken;
    That is the best news: that the Earl of Richmond
    Is with a mighty power landed at Milford,
    Is colder tidings, yet they must be told.

    Richard III. Away towards Salisbury! while we reason here,
    A royal battle might be won and lost
    Some one take order Buckingham be brought
    To Salisbury; the rest march on with me.

109 V / 3
  • Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth field.
    My Lord of Surrey, why lo...
  • Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth field.
    My Lord of Surrey, why look you so sad?
  • Richmond (Henry VII). All for our vantage. Then, in God's name, march:
    True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings:
    Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

    Richard III. Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth field.
    My Lord of Surrey, why look you so sad?

110 V / 3
  • My Lord of Norfolk,--
  • My Lord of Norfolk,--
  • Earl of Surrey. My heart is ten times lighter than my looks.

    Richard III. My Lord of Norfolk,--

111 V / 3
  • Norfolk, we must have knocks; ha! must we not?
  • Norfolk, we must have knocks; ha! must we not?
  • Duke of Norfolk. Here, most gracious liege.

    Richard III. Norfolk, we must have knocks; ha! must we not?

112 V / 3
  • Up with my tent there! here will I lie tonight;
    But where to-morrow? Well, a...
  • Up with my tent there! here will I lie tonight;
    But where to-morrow? Well, all's one for that.
    Who hath descried the number of the foe?
  • Duke of Norfolk. We must both give and take, my gracious lord.

    Richard III. Up with my tent there! here will I lie tonight;
    But where to-morrow? Well, all's one for that.
    Who hath descried the number of the foe?

113 V / 3
  • Why, our battalion trebles that account:
    Besides, the king's name is a tower...
  • Why, our battalion trebles that account:
    Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
    Which they upon the adverse party want.
    Up with my tent there! Valiant gentlemen,
    Let us survey the vantage of the field
    Call for some men of sound direction
    Let's want no discipline, make no delay,
    For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day.
    [Exeunt]
    [Enter, on the other side of the field, RICHMOND,]
    Sir William Brandon, OXFORD, and others. Some of
    the Soldiers pitch RICHMOND's tent]
  • Duke of Norfolk. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.

    Richard III. Why, our battalion trebles that account:
    Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
    Which they upon the adverse party want.
    Up with my tent there! Valiant gentlemen,
    Let us survey the vantage of the field
    Call for some men of sound direction
    Let's want no discipline, make no delay,
    For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day.
    [Exeunt]
    [Enter, on the other side of the field, RICHMOND,]
    Sir William Brandon, OXFORD, and others. Some of
    the Soldiers pitch RICHMOND's tent]

114 V / 3
  • What is't o'clock?
  • What is't o'clock?
  • Richmond (Henry VII). Good night, good Captain Blunt. Come gentlemen,
    Let us consult upon to-morrow's business
    In to our tent; the air is raw and cold.
    [They withdraw into the tent]
    [Enter, to his tent, KING RICHARD III, NORFOLK,]
    RATCLIFF, CATESBY, and others]

    Richard III. What is't o'clock?

115 V / 3
  • I will not sup to-night.
    Give me some ink and paper.
    What, is my beaver...
  • I will not sup to-night.
    Give me some ink and paper.
    What, is my beaver easier than it was?
    And all my armour laid into my tent?
  • Sir William Catesby. It's supper-time, my lord;
    It's nine o'clock.

    Richard III. I will not sup to-night.
    Give me some ink and paper.
    What, is my beaver easier than it was?
    And all my armour laid into my tent?

116 V / 3
  • Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge;
    Use careful watch, choose trusty senti...
  • Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge;
    Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels.
  • Sir William Catesby. If is, my liege; and all things are in readiness.

    Richard III. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge;
    Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels.

117 V / 3
  • Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk.
  • Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk.
  • Duke of Norfolk. I go, my lord.

    Richard III. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk.

118 V / 3
  • Catesby!
  • Catesby!
  • Duke of Norfolk. I warrant you, my lord.

    Richard III. Catesby!

119 V / 3
  • Send out a pursuivant at arms
    To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power...
  • Send out a pursuivant at arms
    To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power
    Before sunrising, lest his son George fall
    Into the blind cave of eternal night.
    [Exit CATESBY]
    Fill me a bowl of wine. Give me a watch.
    Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.
    Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy.
    Ratcliff!
  • Sir William Catesby. My lord?

    Richard III. Send out a pursuivant at arms
    To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power
    Before sunrising, lest his son George fall
    Into the blind cave of eternal night.
    [Exit CATESBY]
    Fill me a bowl of wine. Give me a watch.
    Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.
    Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy.
    Ratcliff!

120 V / 3
  • Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland?
  • Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland?
  • Sir Richard Ratcliff. My lord?

    Richard III. Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland?

121 V / 3
  • So, I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine:
    I have not that alacrity of spir...
  • So, I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine:
    I have not that alacrity of spirit,
    Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.
    Set it down. Is ink and paper ready?
  • Sir Richard Ratcliff. Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and himself,
    Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop
    Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers.

    Richard III. So, I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine:
    I have not that alacrity of spirit,
    Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.
    Set it down. Is ink and paper ready?

122 V / 3
  • Bid my guard watch; leave me.
    Ratcliff, about the mid of night come to my te...
  • Bid my guard watch; leave me.
    Ratcliff, about the mid of night come to my tent
    And help to arm me. Leave me, I say.
    [Exeunt RATCLIFF and the other Attendants]
    [Enter DERBY to RICHMOND in his tent, Lords and]
    others attending]
  • Sir Richard Ratcliff. It is, my lord.

    Richard III. Bid my guard watch; leave me.
    Ratcliff, about the mid of night come to my tent
    And help to arm me. Leave me, I say.
    [Exeunt RATCLIFF and the other Attendants]
    [Enter DERBY to RICHMOND in his tent, Lords and]
    others attending]

123 V / 3
  • Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.
    Have mercy, Jesu!--Soft! I did but...
  • Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.
    Have mercy, Jesu!--Soft! I did but dream.
    O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
    The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight.
    Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.
    What do I fear? myself? there's none else by:
    Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
    Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am:
    Then fly. What, from myself? Great reason why:
    Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself?
    Alack. I love myself. Wherefore? for any good
    That I myself have done unto myself?
    O, no! alas, I rather hate myself
    For hateful deeds committed by myself!
    I am a villain: yet I lie. I am not.
    Fool, of thyself speak well: fool, do not flatter.
    My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
    And every tongue brings in a several tale,
    And every tale condemns me for a villain.
    Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree
    Murder, stem murder, in the direst degree;
    All several sins, all used in each degree,
    Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty! guilty!
    I shall despair. There is no creature loves me;
    And if I die, no soul shall pity me:
    Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself
    Find in myself no pity to myself?
    Methought the souls of all that I had murder'd
    Came to my tent; and every one did threat
    To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.
  • Duke of Buckingham. [To KING RICHARD III]
    The last was I that helped thee to the crown;
    The last was I that felt thy tyranny:
    O, in the battle think on Buckingham,
    And die in terror of thy guiltiness!
    Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death:
    Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath!
    [To RICHMOND]
    I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid:
    But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd:
    God and good angel fight on Richmond's side;
    And Richard falls in height of all his pride.

    Richard III. Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.
    Have mercy, Jesu!--Soft! I did but dream.
    O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
    The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight.
    Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.
    What do I fear? myself? there's none else by:
    Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
    Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am:
    Then fly. What, from myself? Great reason why:
    Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself?
    Alack. I love myself. Wherefore? for any good
    That I myself have done unto myself?
    O, no! alas, I rather hate myself
    For hateful deeds committed by myself!
    I am a villain: yet I lie. I am not.
    Fool, of thyself speak well: fool, do not flatter.
    My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
    And every tongue brings in a several tale,
    And every tale condemns me for a villain.
    Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree
    Murder, stem murder, in the direst degree;
    All several sins, all used in each degree,
    Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty! guilty!
    I shall despair. There is no creature loves me;
    And if I die, no soul shall pity me:
    Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself
    Find in myself no pity to myself?
    Methought the souls of all that I had murder'd
    Came to my tent; and every one did threat
    To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.

124 V / 3
  • 'Zounds! who is there?
  • 'Zounds! who is there?
  • Sir Richard Ratcliff. My lord!

    Richard III. 'Zounds! who is there?

125 V / 3
  • O Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream!
    What thinkest thou, will our fri...
  • O Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream!
    What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true?
  • Sir Richard Ratcliff. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early village-cock
    Hath twice done salutation to the morn;
    Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.

    Richard III. O Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream!
    What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true?

126 V / 3
  • O Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,--
  • O Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,--
  • Sir Richard Ratcliff. No doubt, my lord.

    Richard III. O Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,--

127 V / 3
  • By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
    Have struck more terror to the soul of...
  • By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
    Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard
    Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers
    Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
    It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;
    Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper,
    To see if any mean to shrink from me.
  • Sir Richard Ratcliff. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows.

    Richard III. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
    Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard
    Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers
    Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
    It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;
    Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper,
    To see if any mean to shrink from me.

128 V / 3
  • What said Northumberland as touching Richmond?
  • What said Northumberland as touching Richmond?
  • Richmond (Henry VII). Why, then 'tis time to arm and give direction.
    [His oration to his soldiers]
    More than I have said, loving countrymen,
    The leisure and enforcement of the time
    Forbids to dwell upon: yet remember this,
    God and our good cause fight upon our side;
    The prayers of holy saints and wronged souls,
    Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces;
    Richard except, those whom we fight against
    Had rather have us win than him they follow:
    For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen,
    A bloody tyrant and a homicide;
    One raised in blood, and one in blood establish'd;
    One that made means to come by what he hath,
    And slaughter'd those that were the means to help him;
    Abase foul stone, made precious by the foil
    Of England's chair, where he is falsely set;
    One that hath ever been God's enemy:
    Then, if you fight against God's enemy,
    God will in justice ward you as his soldiers;
    If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,
    You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;
    If you do fight against your country's foes,
    Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire;
    If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,
    Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors;
    If you do free your children from the sword,
    Your children's children quit it in your age.
    Then, in the name of God and all these rights,
    Advance your standards, draw your willing swords.
    For me, the ransom of my bold attempt
    Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face;
    But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt
    The least of you shall share his part thereof.
    Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheerfully;
    God and Saint George! Richmond and victory!
    [Exeunt]
    [Re-enter KING RICHARD, RATCLIFF, Attendants]
    and Forces]

    Richard III. What said Northumberland as touching Richmond?

129 V / 3
  • He said the truth: and what said Surrey then?
  • He said the truth: and what said Surrey then?
  • Sir Richard Ratcliff. That he was never trained up in arms.

    Richard III. He said the truth: and what said Surrey then?

130 V / 3
  • He was in the right; and so indeed it is.
    [Clock striketh]
    Ten the clock...
  • He was in the right; and so indeed it is.
    [Clock striketh]
    Ten the clock there. Give me a calendar.
    Who saw the sun to-day?
  • Sir Richard Ratcliff. He smiled and said 'The better for our purpose.'

    Richard III. He was in the right; and so indeed it is.
    [Clock striketh]
    Ten the clock there. Give me a calendar.
    Who saw the sun to-day?

131 V / 3
  • Then he disdains to shine; for by the book
    He should have braved the east an...
  • Then he disdains to shine; for by the book
    He should have braved the east an hour ago
    A black day will it be to somebody. Ratcliff!
  • Sir Richard Ratcliff. Not I, my lord.

    Richard III. Then he disdains to shine; for by the book
    He should have braved the east an hour ago
    A black day will it be to somebody. Ratcliff!

132 V / 3
  • The sun will not be seen to-day;
    The sky doth frown and lour upon our army....
  • The sun will not be seen to-day;
    The sky doth frown and lour upon our army.
    I would these dewy tears were from the ground.
    Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me
    More than to Richmond? for the selfsame heaven
    That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.
  • Sir Richard Ratcliff. My lord?

    Richard III. The sun will not be seen to-day;
    The sky doth frown and lour upon our army.
    I would these dewy tears were from the ground.
    Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me
    More than to Richmond? for the selfsame heaven
    That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.

133 V / 3
  • Come, bustle, bustle; caparison my horse.
    Call up Lord Stanley, bid him brin...
  • Come, bustle, bustle; caparison my horse.
    Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power:
    I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,
    And thus my battle shall be ordered:
    My foreward shall be drawn out all in length,
    Consisting equally of horse and foot;
    Our archers shall be placed in the midst
    John Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey,
    Shall have the leading of this foot and horse.
    They thus directed, we will follow
    In the main battle, whose puissance on either side
    Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.
    This, and Saint George to boot! What think'st thou, Norfolk?
  • Duke of Norfolk. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field.

    Richard III. Come, bustle, bustle; caparison my horse.
    Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power:
    I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,
    And thus my battle shall be ordered:
    My foreward shall be drawn out all in length,
    Consisting equally of horse and foot;
    Our archers shall be placed in the midst
    John Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey,
    Shall have the leading of this foot and horse.
    They thus directed, we will follow
    In the main battle, whose puissance on either side
    Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.
    This, and Saint George to boot! What think'st thou, Norfolk?

134 V / 3
  • [Reads]
    'Jockey of Norfolk, be not too bold,
    For Dickon thy master is bo...
  • [Reads]
    'Jockey of Norfolk, be not too bold,
    For Dickon thy master is bought and sold.'
    A thing devised by the enemy.
    Go, gentleman, every man unto his charge
    Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls:
    Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
    Devised at first to keep the strong in awe:
    Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
    March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell
    If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.
    [His oration to his Army]
    What shall I say more than I have inferr'd?
    Remember whom you are to cope withal;
    A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways,
    A scum of Bretons, and base lackey peasants,
    Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth
    To desperate ventures and assured destruction.
    You sleeping safe, they bring to you unrest;
    You having lands, and blest with beauteous wives,
    They would restrain the one, distain the other.
    And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow,
    Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost?
    A milk-sop, one that never in his life
    Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow?
    Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again;
    Lash hence these overweening rags of France,
    These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives;
    Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,
    For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd themselves:
    If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us,
    And not these bastard Bretons; whom our fathers
    Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd, and thump'd,
    And in record, left them the heirs of shame.
    Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives?
    Ravish our daughters?
    [Drum afar off]
    Hark! I hear their drum.
    Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yoemen!
    Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head!
    Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood;
    Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!
    [Enter a Messenger]
    What says Lord Stanley? will he bring his power?
  • Duke of Norfolk. A good direction, warlike sovereign.
    This found I on my tent this morning.

    Richard III. [Reads]
    'Jockey of Norfolk, be not too bold,
    For Dickon thy master is bought and sold.'
    A thing devised by the enemy.
    Go, gentleman, every man unto his charge
    Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls:
    Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
    Devised at first to keep the strong in awe:
    Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
    March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell
    If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.
    [His oration to his Army]
    What shall I say more than I have inferr'd?
    Remember whom you are to cope withal;
    A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways,
    A scum of Bretons, and base lackey peasants,
    Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth
    To desperate ventures and assured destruction.
    You sleeping safe, they bring to you unrest;
    You having lands, and blest with beauteous wives,
    They would restrain the one, distain the other.
    And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow,
    Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost?
    A milk-sop, one that never in his life
    Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow?
    Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again;
    Lash hence these overweening rags of France,
    These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives;
    Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,
    For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd themselves:
    If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us,
    And not these bastard Bretons; whom our fathers
    Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd, and thump'd,
    And in record, left them the heirs of shame.
    Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives?
    Ravish our daughters?
    [Drum afar off]
    Hark! I hear their drum.
    Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yoemen!
    Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head!
    Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood;
    Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!
    [Enter a Messenger]
    What says Lord Stanley? will he bring his power?

135 V / 3
  • Off with his son George's head!
  • Off with his son George's head!
  • Messenger. My lord, he doth deny to come.

    Richard III. Off with his son George's head!

136 V / 3
  • A thousand hearts are great within my bosom:
    Advance our standards, set upon...
  • A thousand hearts are great within my bosom:
    Advance our standards, set upon our foes
    Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,
    Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!
    Upon them! victory sits on our helms.
  • Duke of Norfolk. My lord, the enemy is past the marsh
    After the battle let George Stanley die.

    Richard III. A thousand hearts are great within my bosom:
    Advance our standards, set upon our foes
    Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,
    Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!
    Upon them! victory sits on our helms.

137 V / 4
  • A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
  • A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
  • Sir William Catesby. Rescue, my Lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue!
    The king enacts more wonders than a man,
    Daring an opposite to every danger:
    His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,
    Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death.
    Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!

    Richard III. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

138 V / 4
  • Slave, I have set my life upon a cast,
    And I will stand the hazard of the di...
  • Slave, I have set my life upon a cast,
    And I will stand the hazard of the die:
    I think there be six Richmonds in the field;
    Five have I slain to-day instead of him.
    A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
  • Sir William Catesby. Withdraw, my lord; I'll help you to a horse.

    Richard III. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast,
    And I will stand the hazard of the die:
    I think there be six Richmonds in the field;
    Five have I slain to-day instead of him.
    A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

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