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

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 III / 3
  • Come, bring forth the prisoners.
  • Come, bring forth the prisoners.
  • Lord Hastings. I'll wait upon your lordship.

    Sir Richard Ratcliff. Come, bring forth the prisoners.

2 III / 3
  • Dispatch; the limit of your lives is out.
  • Dispatch; the limit of your lives is out.
  • Sir Thomas Vaughan. You live that shall cry woe for this after.

    Sir Richard Ratcliff. Dispatch; the limit of your lives is out.

3 III / 3
  • Make haste; the hour of death is expiate.
  • Make haste; the hour of death is expiate.
  • Lord (Earl) Rivers. Then cursed she Hastings, then cursed she Buckingham,
    Then cursed she Richard. O, remember, God
    To hear her prayers for them, as now for us
    And for my sister and her princely sons,
    Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood,
    Which, as thou know'st, unjustly must be spilt.

    Sir Richard Ratcliff. Make haste; the hour of death is expiate.

4 III / 4
  • Dispatch, my lord; the duke would be at dinner:
    Make a short shrift; he long...
  • Dispatch, my lord; the duke would be at dinner:
    Make a short shrift; he longs to see your head.
  • Lord Hastings. Woe, woe for England! not a whit for me;
    For I, too fond, might have prevented this.
    Stanley did dream the boar did raze his helm;
    But I disdain'd it, and did scorn to fly:
    Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did stumble,
    And startled, when he look'd upon the Tower,
    As loath to bear me to the slaughter-house.
    O, now I want the priest that spake to me:
    I now repent I told the pursuivant
    As 'twere triumphing at mine enemies,
    How they at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd,
    And I myself secure in grace and favour.
    O Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse
    Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head!

    Sir Richard Ratcliff. Dispatch, my lord; the duke would be at dinner:
    Make a short shrift; he longs to see your head.

5 IV / 4
  • My gracious sovereign, on the western coast
    Rideth a puissant navy; to the s...
  • 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. 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?

    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.

6 IV / 4
  • What is't your highness' pleasure I shall do at
    Salisbury?
  • What is't your highness' pleasure I shall do at
    Salisbury?
  • Sir William Catesby. I go.

    Sir Richard Ratcliff. What is't your highness' pleasure I shall do at
    Salisbury?

7 IV / 4
  • Your highness told me I should post before.
  • Your highness told me I should post before.
  • Richard III. Why, what wouldst thou do there before I go?

    Sir Richard Ratcliff. Your highness told me I should post before.

8 V / 3
  • My lord?
  • 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!

    Sir Richard Ratcliff. My lord?

9 V / 3
  • Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and himself,
    Much about cock-shut time, from troo...
  • 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. Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland?

    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.

10 V / 3
  • It is, my lord.
  • It is, my lord.
  • 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?

    Sir Richard Ratcliff. It is, my lord.

11 V / 3
  • My lord!
  • My lord!
  • 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.

    Sir Richard Ratcliff. My lord!

12 V / 3
  • Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early village-cock
    Hath twice done salutation...
  • 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. 'Zounds! who is there?

    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.

13 V / 3
  • No doubt, my lord.
  • No doubt, my lord.
  • Richard III. O Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream!
    What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true?

    Sir Richard Ratcliff. No doubt, my lord.

14 V / 3
  • Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows.
  • Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows.
  • Richard III. O Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,--

    Sir Richard Ratcliff. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows.

15 V / 3
  • That he was never trained up in arms.
  • That he was never trained up in arms.
  • Richard III. What said Northumberland as touching Richmond?

    Sir Richard Ratcliff. That he was never trained up in arms.

16 V / 3
  • He smiled and said 'The better for our purpose.'
  • He smiled and said 'The better for our purpose.'
  • Richard III. He said the truth: and what said Surrey then?

    Sir Richard Ratcliff. He smiled and said 'The better for our purpose.'

17 V / 3
  • Not I, my lord.
  • Not I, my lord.
  • 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?

    Sir Richard Ratcliff. Not I, my lord.

18 V / 3
  • My lord?
  • 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!

    Sir Richard Ratcliff. My lord?

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