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act i of richard the third by william shakespeare act i scene i london a street enter gloucester now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of york and all the clouds that lowered upon our house in the deep bosom of the ocean buried now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths

our bruised arms hung up for monuments our stern alarums changed to merry meetings our dreadful marches to delightful measures grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front

and now instead of mounting barbed steeds to fright the souls of fearful adversaries he capers nimbly in a lady's chamber to the lascivious pleasing of a but that am not shaped for sportive tricks nor made to court an amorous looking-glass i

that am rudely stamped and want love's majesty to strut before a wanton ambling nymph i that am curtail'd of this fair proportion cheated of feature by dissembling nature deform'd unfinished sent before my time into this breathing world scarce half made up and that so lamely and unfashionable that dogs bark at me as i halt by them

why i in this weak piping time of peace have no delight to pass away the time unless to spy my shadow in the sun and descant on mine own deformity and therefore since i cannot prove a lover to entertain these farewell-spoken days i am determined to prove a villain and hate the idle pleasures of these days

plots have i laid inductions dangerous by drunken prophecies libels and dreams to set my brother clarence and the king in deadly hate the one against the other

and if king edward be as true and just as i am subtle false and treacherous this day should clarence closely be mewed up about a prophecy which says that g of edward's heirs the murderer shall be die thoughts down to my soul here clarence comes enter clarence guarded and brackenbury edward brother good day

what means this armed guard that waits upon your grace his majesty tendering my person's safety hath appointed this conduct to convey me to the tower upon what cause because my name is george alack my lord that fault is none of yours he should for that commit your godfather's oh belike his majesty hath some intent that you should be new christened in the tower

But what's the matter, Clarence? May I know? CLARENCE. Yea, Richard, when I know, for I protest as yet I do not.

but as i can learn he hearkens after prophecies and dreams and from the cross-row plucks the letter g and says a wizard told him that by g his issue disinherited should be and for my name of george begins with g it follows in his thought that i am he

these as i learn and such like toys as these hath moved his highness to commit me now clark why this it is when men are ruled by women tis not the king that sends you to the tower my lady grey his wife clarence tis she that tempers him to this extremity was it not she and that good man of worship antony woodville her brother there that made him send lord hastings to the tower from whence this present day he is delivered

we are not safe clarence we are not safe clarence by heaven i think there is no man as secure but the queen's kindred and night-walking heralds that trudge betwixt the king and mistress shore heard you not what an humble suppliant lord hastings was to her for his delivery lord humbly complaining to her deity got my lord chamberlain his liberty

i'll tell you what i think it is our way if we will keep in favour with the king to be her men and wear her livery the jealous o'erworn widow and herself since that our brother dubbed them gentlewomen are mighty gossips in our monarchy i beseech your graces both to pardon me

his majesty has straitly given in charge that no man shall have private conference of what degree soever with your brother borkman even so and please your worship rakenbrae you may partake of anything we say we speak no treason man we say the king is wise and virtuous and his noble queen well struck in years fair and not jealous we say that shaw's wife hath a pretty foot a cherry lip a bonny eye a passing pleasing tongue

and that the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks how say you sir can you deny all this sir with this my lord myself have nought to do lord not to do with mistress shaw i tell thee fellow

he that doth nought with her excepting one were best to do it secretly alone brackenbury what one my lord duke her husband knave wouldst thou betray me i do beseech your grace to pardon me and withal forbear your conference with the noble duke duke we know thy charge brackenbury and will obey brackenbury we are the queen's abjects and must obey

brother farewell i will unto the king and whatsoever you will employ me in were it to call king edward's widow sister i will perform it to enfranchise you meantime this deep disgrace in brotherhood touches me deeper than you can imagine king edward i know it pleaseth neither of us well sir geoffrey well your imprisonment shall not be long

i will deliver or else lie for you meantime have patience clarence i must perforce farewell exeunt clarence brackenbury and guard go tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return simple plain clarence i do love thee so that i will shortly send thy soul to heaven if heaven will take the present at our hands but who comes here

the new-deliver'd hastings enter hastings hastings a good time of day unto my gracious lord as much unto my good lord chamberlain well are you welcome to the open air how hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment with patience noble lord as prisoners must

but i shall live my lord to give them thanks that were the cause of my imprisonment lear no doubt no doubt and so shall clarence too for they that were your enemies are his and have prevailed as much on him as you lear more pity that the eagles should be mewed whilst kites and buzzards pray at liberty what news abroad lear no news so bad abroad as this at home the king is sickly weak and melancholy and his physicians fear him mightily lear by st paul that news is bad indeed

o he hath kept an evil diet long and overmuch consum'd his royal person tis very grievous to be thought upon what is he in his bed he is go you before and i will follow you exit hastings he cannot live i hope and must not die till george be pack'd with post-horse up to heav'n

i'll in to urge his hatred more to clarence with lies well steeled with weighty arguments and if i fail not in my deep intent clarence hath not another day to live which done god take king edward to his mercy and leave the world for me to bustle in for then i'll marry warwick's youngest daughter

what though i killed her husband and her father the readiest way to make the wench amends is to become her husband and her father the which will i not all so much for love as for another secret close intent by marrying her which i must reach unto

but yet i run before my horse to market clarence still breathes edward still lives and reigns when they are gone then must i count my gains exit scene two london another street enter the corpse of king henry the sixth born in an open coffin gentleman bearing halberds to guard it and lady anne as mourner set down set down your honourable load

if honour may be shrouded in a hearse whilst i awhile obsequiously lament the untimely fall of virtuous lancaster poor key-cold figure of a holy king pale ashes of the house of lancaster thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood

Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost, To hear the lamentations of poor Anne, Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughtered son, Stabbed by the selfsame hand that made these wounds. Lo, in these windows that let forth thy life I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes. O, cursed be the hand that made these holes, Cursed the heart that had the heart to do it,

cursed the blood that let this blood from hence more direful hap betide that hated wretch that makes us wretched by the death of thee than i can wish to adders spiders toads or any creeping venom thing that lives if ever he have child abortive be it

prodigious and untimely brought to light whose ugly and unnatural aspect may fright the hopeful mother at the view and that be heir to his unhappiness if ever he have wife let her be made more miserable by the death of him than i am made by my young lord and thee come now towards chertsey with your holy load taken from paul's to be interred there

and still as you are weary of this weight rest you whilst i lament king henry's course the bearers take up the corpse and advance

Enter Gloucester. Stay, you that bear the corpse, and set it down. What black magician conjures up this fiend To stop devoted charitable deeds? Villains, set down the corpse, Or by St. Paul I'll make a corpse of him that disobeys. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass. Unmannered dog, stand thou when I command.

advance thy halberd higher than my breast or by st paul i'll strike thee to my foot and spurn upon thee beggar for thy boldness the bearer set down the coffin what do you tremble are you all afraid alas i blame you not for you are mortal and mortal eyes cannot endure the devil

Avant, thou dreadful minister of hell, Thou hadst but power over his mortal body; His soul thou canst not have, therefore be gone. Sweet saint, for charity be not so cursed. Foul devil, for God's sake, hence and trouble us not; For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell, Filled it with cursing cries and deep exclaims.

if thou delight to view thy heinous deeds behold this pattern of thy butcheries o gentlemen see see dead henry's wounds open their congealed mouths and bleed afresh blush thou lump of foul deformity for tis thy presence that exhales this blood from cold and empty veins where no blood dwells

Thy deeds, inhuman and unnatural, Provokes this deluge most unnatural. O God, which this blood mates'd Revenge his death! O earth, which this blood drinks'd Revenge his death! Either heaven with lightning Strike the murderer dead, Or earth gape open wide And eat him quick, As thou dost swallow up This good king's blood, Which his hell-govern'd arm Hath butchered. Lady!

You know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, Blessings for curses. Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor man, No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast. O wonderful when devils tell the truth! More wonderful when angels are so angry. Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,

Of these supposed crimes to give me leave By circumstance but to acquit myself. Vouchsafe diffused infection of a man, Of these known evils but to give me leave By circumstance to accuse thy cursed self.

Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have some patient leisure to excuse myself. Fowler than heart can think thee, thou canst make no excuse current but to hang thyself. By such despair I should accuse myself. And by despairing shalt thou stand excused, for doing worthy vengeance on thyself that didst unworthy slaughter upon others.

Say that I slew them not. Then say they were not slain, but dead they are, and devilish slave by thee. I did not kill your husband. Why, then he is alive. Nay, he is dead.

And slain by Edward's hand. In thy foul throat thou liest. Queen Margaret saw thy murderous falchion Smoking in his blood, The which thou once didst bend against her breast, But that thy brothers beat aside the point. I was provoked by her slanderous tongue That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind That never dreamt on aught but butcheries.

Didst thou not kill this king? I grant ye. Dost grant me, hedgehog? Then God grant me too thou mayst be damned for that wicked deed. O he was gentle, mild, and virtuous. The better for the king of heaven that hath him. He is in heaven where thou shalt never come. Let him thank me that hope to send him thither, for—

he was fitter for that place than earth el and thou unfit for any place but hell duke yes one place else if you will hear me name it el some dungeon duke your bedchamber el it'll rest betide the chamber where thou liest duke so will it madam

till I lie with you. I hope so. I know so. But, gentle Lady Anne, to leave this keen encounter of our wits and fall something into a slower method, is not the causer of the timeless deaths of these Plantagenets, Henry and Edward, as blameful as the executioner? Thou wast the cause, and most accursed effect. Your beauty was the cause of that effect. Your beauty!

That did haunt me in my sleep To undertake the death of all the world, So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. LADY MACBETH: If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. FRIAR LAWRENCE: These eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck. You should not blemish if I stood by, As all the world is cheered by the sun. So I by that. It is my day.

My life. Black night or shade thy day, and death thy life. Curse not thyself, fair creature, thou art both. I would I were to be revenged on thee. It is a quarrel most unnatural, to be revenged on him that loveth thee. It is a quarrel just and reasonable to be revenged on him that killed my husband. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband, did it to help thee to...

better husband his better doth not breathe upon the earth he lives that loves thee better than he could name him plantagenet why that was he the self-same name but one of better nature where is he here

Why dost thou spit at me? Would it were mortal poison for thy sake. Never came poison from so sweet a place. Never hung poison on a fowler toad. Out of my sight thou dost infect mine eyes. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. Would they were basilisks to strike thee dead. Ay, would they were, that I might die at once, for now they kill me with a living death.

those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears shamed their aspects with store of childish drops these eyes which never shed remorseful tear no when my father york and edward wept to hear the piteous moan that rutland made when black-faced clifford shook his sword at him

nor when thy warlike father like a child told the sad story of my father's death and twenty times made pause to sob and weep that all the standers-by had wet their cheeks like trees bedashed with rain in that sad time my manly eyes did scorn an humble tear and what these sorrows could not thence exhale thy beauty hath and made them blind with weeping

i never sued to friend nor enemy my tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word but now thy beauty is proposed my fee my proud heart sues and prompts my tongue to speak she looks scornfully at him teach not thy lips such scorn for it was made for kissing lady not for such contempt

if thy revengeful heart cannot forgive lo i lend thee this sharp-pointed sword which if thou please to hide in this true breast and let the soul forth that adoreth thee

i lay it naked to the deadly stroke and humbly beg the death upon my knee nay do not pause for i did kill king henry he lays his breast open she offers at it with his sword but twas thy beauty that provoked me nay now dispatch twas i that stabb'd young edward

she again offers at his breast but twas thy heav'nly face that set me on she lets fall the sword take up the sword again or take up me arise dissembler though i wish thy death i will not be thy executioner then bid me kill myself

and i will do it. LADY MACBETH: I have already. That was in thy rage, speak it again, and even with the word this hand, which for thy love did kill thy love, shall for thy love kill a far truer love. To both their deaths shalt thou be accessory. LADY MACBETH: I would I knew thy heart. 'Tis figured in my tongue. LADY MACBETH: I fear me both are false. There never was man true. LADY MACBETH: Well.

well put up your sword lor see then my peace is made that shalt thou know hereafter lor but shall i live in hope lor all men i hope live so lor vouchsafe to wear this ring lor to take is not to give she puts on the ring lor look how this ring encompasseth thy finger even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart wear both of them for both of them are thine

and if thy poor devoted servant may but beg one favour at thy gracious hand thou dost confirm his happiness for ever that it may please you leave these sad designs to him that has most cause to be a mourner and presently repair to crosby place where after i have solemnly interr'd at chertsey monastery this noble king and wet his grave with my repentant tears i will with all expedient duty see you

for divers unknown reasons i beseech you grant me this boon with all my heart and much it joys me too to see you are become so penitent tressil and berkeley go along with me bid me farewell tis more than you deserve

but since you teach me how to flatter you imagine i have said farewell already exeunt lady anne tress and burke sirs take up the corpse toward chertsey noble lord no to whitefriars there attend my coming exeunt the rest with the corpse was ever woman in this humour wooed was ever woman in this humour won all avver but i will not keep her long

What, I that killed her husband and his father? To take her in her heart's extremest hate, With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by? Having got her conscience at these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil and dissembling looks, And yet to win her? All the world to nothing!

hath she forgot already that brave prince edward her lord whom i some three months since stabbed in my angry mood at tewkesbury a sweeter and a lovelier gentleman framed in the prodigality of nature young valiant wise and no doubt right royal the spacious world cannot again afford

and will she yet abase her eyes on me that cropped the golden prime of this sweet prince and made her widow to a woeful bed on me whose all not equals edward's moiety on me that halt and am misshapen thus my dukedom to a beggarly denier i do mistake my person all this while upon my life she finds although i cannot myself to be a marvellous proper man

i'll be at charges for a looking-glass and entertain a score or two of tailors to study fashions to adorn my body since i am crept in favour with myself i will maintain it with some little cost but first i'll turn yon fellow in his grave and then return lamenting to my love shine out fair sun till i have bought a glass that i may see my shadow as i pass

scene three london a room in the palace enter queen elizabeth lord rivers and lord grey lord have patience madam there is no doubt his majesty will soon recover his accustomed health in that you broke it ill it makes him worse therefore for god's sake entertain good comfort

and cheer his grace with quick and merry eyes if he were dead what would be tied on me no other harm but loss of such a lord the loss of such a lord includes all harms to heaven's a blessed you with a goodly son

to be your comforter when he is gone. Ah, he is young, and his minority is put into the trust of Richard Gloucester, a man that loves not me, nor none of you. Is it concluded he shall be protector? It is determined, not concluded yet, but so it must be if the king miscarry. Enter Buckingham and Stanley. Here come the lords of Buckingham and Stanley. Good time of day unto your royal grace.

God make your majesty joyful as you have been. The Countess Richmond, good my lord of Stanley, To your good prayer will scarcely say Amen.

Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding she's your wife, and loves not me, be you, good lord, assured I hate not you for her proud arrogance. I do beseech you either not believe the envious slanders of her false accusers, or, if she be accused on true report, bear with her weakness, which I think proceeds from wayward sickness and no grounded malice.

saw you the king to-day my lord of stanley duke but now the duke of buckingham and i are come from visiting his majesty mrs borkman what likelihood of his amendment lords duke madam good hope his grace speaks cheerfully mrs borkman god grant him health

did you confer with him adams ay madam he desires to make atonement between the duke of gloucester and your brothers and between them and my lord chamberlain and sent to warn them to his royal presence adams would all were well but that will never be i fear our happiness is at the height and to gloucester hastings and dorset they do me wrong and i will not endure it

who are they that complain unto the king that i forsooth am stern and love them not by holy paul they love his grace but lightly that fill his ears with such dissentious rumours because i cannot flatter and look fair smile in men's faces smooth deceive and cog duck with french nods and apish courtesy i must be held a rancorous enemy

Cannot a plain man live and think no harm, But thus his simple truth must be abused With silken, sly, insinuating jacks. To who in all this presence speaks your grace? To thee that hath nor honesty nor grace. When have I injured thee? When done thee wrong? O thee, O thee, or any of your faction, A plague upon you all!

his royal grace whom god preserve better than you would wish cannot be quiet scarce a breathing while but you must trouble him with lewd complaints lady utterword brother of gloucester you mistake the matter

the king on his own royal disposition and not provok'd by any suitor else aiming belike at your interior hatred that in your outward action shews it self against my children brothers and my self makes him to send that thereby he may gather the ground of your ill will and so remove it

I cannot tell. The world is grown so bad that wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. Since every jack became a gentleman, there's many a gentle person made a jack. Come, come, we know your meaning, Brother Gloucester. You envy my advancement and my friends. God grant we never may have need of you. Meantime, God grants that we have need of you.

our brother is imprison'd by your means myself disgrac'd and the nobility held in contempt while great promotions are daily given to ennoble those that scarce some two days since were worth ennoble by him that rais'd me to this careful height from that contented hap which i enjoy'd i never did incense his majesty against the duke of clarence but have been an earnest advocate to plead for him

my lord you do me shameful injury falsely to draw me in these vile suspects you may deny that you were not the mien of my lord hastings late imprisonment she may my lord for she may lord rivers why who knows not so she may do more sir than denying that she may help you to many fair preferments and then deny her aiding hand therein and lay those honours on your high desert

What, may she not? She may. I marry, may she? What, marry, may she? What, marry, may she? Marry with a king, a bachelor, and a handsome stripling too. I wish your Grandam had a worser match. My lord of Gloucester, I have too long borne your blunt upbraidings and your bitter scoffs. By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty of those gross taunts that oft I have endured.

i had rather be a country servant-maid than a great queen with this condition to be so baited scorned and stormed at enter old queen margaret behind small joy have i in being england's queen and lessened be that small god i beseech him thy honour state and seat is due to me what threat you me with telling of the king tell him and spare not look

what i have said i will avouch in presence of the king i dare adventure to be sent to the tower tis time to speak my pains are quite forgot out devil i do remember them too well thou killedst my husband henry in the tower

and edward my poor son at tewkesbury edward ere you were queen i or your husband king i was a pack-horse in his great affairs a weeder out of his proud adversaries a liberal rewarder of his friends

to royalize his blood i spilt mine own ay and much better blood than his or thine in all which time you and your husband grey were factious for the house of lancaster and rivers so were you was not your husband in margaret's battle at st alban slain

Let me put in your minds, if you forget, What you have been ere this, and what you are, Withal what I have been, and what I am. A murderous villain, and so still thou art. Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick, Ay, and forswore himself, which Jesu pardon, Which God revenge, To fight on Edward's party for the crown, And for his meed, poor lord, he is mewed up.

I would to God my heart were flint like Edward's, or Edward's soft and pitiful like mine.

I am too childish foolish for this world. I thee to hell for shame and leave this world thou cacodemon. There thy kingdom is. My lord of Gloucester, in those busy days, which here you urged to prove us enemies, we followed then our lord, our sovereign king. So should we you, if you should be our king. If I should be?

i'd rather be a pedlar far be it from my heart the thought thereof as little joy my lord as you suppose you should enjoy were you this country's king as little joy you may suppose in me that i enjoy being the queen thereof as little joy enjoys the queen thereof for i am she and altogether joyless

i can no longer hold me patient advancing hear me you wrangling pirates that fall out in sharing that which you have pill'd from me which of you trembles not that looks on me if not that i am queen you bow like subjects yet that by you deposed you quake like rebels

Ah, gentle villain, do not turn away. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou in my sight? But repetition of what thou hast marred, that will I make before I let thee go. Wart thou not banished on pain of death? I was, but I do find more pain in banishment than death can yield me here by my abode, a husband and a son thou ow'st to me.

and thou a kingdom all of you allegiance this sorrow that i have by right is yours and all the pleasures you usurp are mine the curse my noble father laid on thee when thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper and with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes and then to dry them gav'st the duke a clout steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty rutland

his curses then from bitterness of soul denounced against thee are all fallen upon thee and god not we hath plag'd thy bloody deed so just is god to right the innocent

oh twas the foulest deed to slay that babe and the most merciless that e'er was heard of tyrants themselves wept when it was reported no man hath prophesied revenge for it nor thumberland then present wept to see it what were you snarling all before i came ready to catch each other by the throat and turn you all your hatred now on me

did york's dread curse prevail so much with heaven that henry's death my lovely edward's death their kingdom's loss my woeful banishment should all but answer for that peevish brat can curses pierce the clouds and enter heaven why then give way dull clouds to my quick curses

though not by war by surfeit die your king as ours by murder to make him a king edward thy son that now is prince of wales for edward our son that was prince of wales die in his use by like untimely violence

thyself a queen for me that was a queen outlive thy glory like my wretched self long mayst thou live to wail thy children's death and see another as i see thee now decked in thy rights as thou art stalled in mine long die thy happy days before thy death

and after many length and hours of grief die neither mother wife nor england's queen rivers and dorset you were standers-by and so wast thou lord hastings when my son was stabbed with bloody daggers god i pray him that none of you may live his natural age but by some unlooked accident cut off

have done thy charm thou hateful withered hag and leave out thee stay dog for thou shalt hear me if heaven have any grievous plague in store exceeding those that i can wish upon thee oh let them keep it till thy sins be ripe and then hurl down their indignation on thee the troubler of the poor world's peace

the worm of conscience still benure thy soul thy friends suspect for traitors while thou livest and take deep traitors for thy dearest friends no sleep close up that deadly eye of thine unless it be while some tormenting dream affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils

Thou elvish-marked abortive rooting hog, thou that wast sealed in thy nativity the slave of nature and the son of hell, thou slander of thy heavy mother's womb, thou loathed issue of thy father's loins, thou rag of honour, thou detested— Margaret— Richard—

I call thee not. I cry thee mercy then, for I did think thou hadst called me all these bitter names. Ay, so I did, but looked for no reply. O, let me make the period to my curse. Tis done by me, and ends in Margaret. Thus have you breathed your curse against yourself. Poor painted queen, then flourish of my fortune!

why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider whose deadly web ensnareth thee about fool fool thou wedst a knife to kill thyself

the day will come that thou shalt wish for me to help thee curse this poisonous bunch-backed toad false boding woman end thy frantic curse lest to thy harm thou move our patience foul shame upon you you have all moved mine were you well served you would be taught your duty to serve me well you all should do me duty

teach me to be your queen and you my subjects oh serve me well and teach yourselves that duty marquis dispute not with her she is a lunatic marquis peace master marquis you are malapert your fire-news stamp of honour is scarce current oh that your young nobility could judge what twere to lose it and be miserable

they that stand high have many blasts to shake them and if they fall they dash themselves to pieces adolph good counsel mary learn it learn it marquis marquis it touches you my lord as much as me adolph ay and much more

But I was born so high, our Aerie buildeth in the cedar's top, and dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun. And turns the sun to shade, alas, alas! Witness my sun now in the shade of death, whose bright outshining beams thy cloudy wrath hath in eternal darkness folded up.

Your Eyrie buildeth in our Eyrie's nest. O God that seized it, do not suffer it, as it is won with blood, lost be it so. Peace, peace for shame, if not for charity. Urge neither charity nor shame to me. Uncharitably with me have you dealt, and shamefully my hopes by your butchered.

my charity is outrage life my shame and in that shame still live my sorrow's rage have done have done o princely buckingham i'll kiss thy hand in sign of league and amity with thee

now fare before thee and thy noble house thy garments are not spotted with our blood nor thou within the compass of my curse nor no one here for curses never pass the lips of those that breathe them in the air i will not think but they ascend the sky and there awake god's gentle sleeping peace

oh buckingham take heed of yonder dog look when he fawns he bites and when he bites his venom tooth will rankle to the death

have not to do with him beware of him sin death and hell have set their marks on him and all their ministers attend on him king what does she say my lord of buckingham king nothing that i respect my gracious lord what dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel and soothe the devil that i warn thee from oh but remember this another day when he shall split thy very heart with sorrow

and say poor margaret was a prophetess live each of you the subjects to his hate and he to yours and all of you to gods exit margaret my hair doth stand on end to hear her curses edg and so doth mine

i muse why she's at liberty lear i cannot blame her by god's holy mother she hath had too much wrong and i repent my part thereof that i have done to her mary i never did her any to my knowledge lear yet you have all the vantage of her wrong i was too hot to do somebody good that is too cold in thinking of it now mary as for clarence he is well repaid he is frank'd up to fatting for his pains

God pardon them that are the cause thereof. A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion, To pray for them that hath done scathe to us. So do I ever, being well advised. For had I cursed now, I had cursed myself. Madame, his Majesty doth call for you, and for your grace, and you, my noble lords.

katesby i come lords will you go with me we wait upon your grace i do the wrong and first begin to brawl

The secret mischiefs that I set abroach I lay unto the grievous charge of others. Clarence, whom I indeed have cast in darkness, I do beweep to many simple gulls, namely to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham, and tell them it is the queen and her allies that stir the king against the duke my brother. Now they believe it, and withal, wet me to be revenged on rivers, Vaughan, grey. But then I sigh.

and with a piece of scripture tell them that God bids us do good for evil. And thus I clothe my naked villainy with odd old ends stolen forth of holy writ, and seem a saint when most I play the devil. But soft, here come my executioners. Enter two murderers. How now, my hardy, stout, resolved mates, are you now going to dispatch this thing? We are, my lord.

and come to have the warrant that we may be admitted where he is well thought upon i have it here about me gives the warrant when you have done repair to crosby place but sirs be sudden in the execution withal obdurate do not hear him plead for clarence is well spoken and perhaps may move your hearts to pity if you mark him tut tut my lord we will not stand to prate talkers are no good doers

be assured we go to use our hands and not our tongues your eyes drop millstones when fools eyes fall tears i like you lads about your business straight go go dispatch we will my noble lord scene four london a room in the tower

and to clarence and brackenbury why looks your grace so heavily to-day oh i have passed a miserable night so full of fearful dreams of ugly sights that as i am a christian faithful man i would not spend another such a night though twere to buy a world of happy days so full of dismal terror was the time clarence what was your dream my lord

I pray you, tell me. "'Be thoughts that I had broken from the tower, and was embarked to cross to Burgundy, and in my company my brother Gloucester, who from my cabin tempted me to walk upon the hatches. Thence we looked toward England, and sighted up a thousand heavy times during the wars of York and Lancaster that had befallen us.'

as we paced along upon the giddy footing of the hatches methought that bloster stumbled and in falling struck me that thought to stay him overboard into the tumbling billows of the main

O Lord, methought what pain it was to drown, what dreadful noise of waters in my ears, what sights of ugly death within my eyes! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks, a thousand men that fishes gnawed upon, wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, all scattered in the bottom of the sea.

some lay in dead men's skulls and in the holes where eyes did once inhabit there were crept as twere in scorn of eyes reflecting gems that wooed the slimy bottom of the deep

and mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by had you such leisure in the time of death to gaze upon these secrets of the deep we thought i had and often did i strive to yield the ghost but still the envious flood stopped in my soul and would not let it forth to find the empty vast and wandering air

but smother'd it within my panting bulk who almost burst to belch it in the sea awake you not in this sore agony no no my dream was lengthened after life oh then began the tempest to my soul i pass'd methought the melancholy flood with that grim ferryman which poets write of unto the kingdom of perpetual night

the first that there did greet my stranger's soul was my great father-in-law renowned warwick who spake aloud what scourge for perjury can this dark monarchy afford false clarence and so he vanished

then came wandering by a shadow like an angel with bright hair dabbled in blood and he shrieked out aloud clarence is come false fleeting perjured clarence that stabbed me in the field by tewkesbury seize on him furies take him to your torments with that methought a legion of foul fiends environed me and howled in mine ears such hideous cries that with the very noise i trembling waked

and for a season after could not believe but that i was in hell such terrible impression made my dream edward no marvel lord though it affrighted you i am afraid methinks to hear you tell it edward ah brackenbury i have done these things that now give evidence against my soul for edward's sake and see how he requites me

o god if my deep prayers cannot appease thee but thou wilt be avenged on my misdeeds yet execute thy wrath in me alone o spare my guiltless wife and my poor children keeper i pray thee sit by me awhile

my soul is heavy and i fain would sleep i will my lord god give your grace good rest clarence reposes himself on a chair sorrow breaks seasons in reposing hours makes the night morning and the noontide night princes have but their titles for their glories an outward honor for an inward toil and for unfelt imaginations they often feel a world of restless cares

so that between their titles and low name there's nothing differs but the outward fame enter the two murderers who who's here what wouldst thou fellow and how came'st thou hither i would speak with clarence and i came hither on my legs what so brief tis better sir than to be tedious let him see our commission and talk no more a paper is delivered to brackenbury who reads it i am in this

commanded to deliver the noble duke of clarence to your hands i will not reason what is meant hereby because i will be guiltless of the meaning there lies the duke asleep and there the keys i'll to the king and signify to him that thus i have resigned to you my charge you may sir tis a point of wisdom fare you well exit brackenbury what shall we stab him as he sleeps

he'll say twas done cowardly when he wakes when he wakes why fool he shall never wake until the great judgment day why then he'll say we stabbed him sleeping the urging of that word judgment hath brought a kind of remorse in me what art thou afraid

Not to kill him, having a warrant for it, but to be damned for killing him, from the which no warrant can defend me. I thought thou hadst been resolute. So I am, to let him live. I'll back to the Duke of Gloucester and tell him so. Nay, I pray thee, stay a little. I hope my holy humour will change. It was wont to hold me, but one one tells twenty. How dost thou feel thyself now?

face, some certain drags of conscience are yet within me. remember our reward when the deed's done. zounds, he dies. i had forgot the reward. where's thy conscience now? oh, in the duke of gloucester's purse. so when he opens his purse, to give us our reward, thy conscience flies out? tis no matter. let it go. there's few or none will entertain it. what if it come to thee again? i'll not meddle with it. it makes a man coward.

a man cannot steal but it accuses him a man cannot swear but it checks him a man cannot lie with his neighbour's wife but it detects him tis a blushing shame-faced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom it fills a man full of obstacles it made me once restore a purse of gold that by chance i found it beggars any man that keeps it it is turned out of towns and cities for a dangerous thing

and every man that means to live well endeavours to trust to himself and live without it zounds tis even now at my elbow persuading me not to kill the duke take the devil in thy mind and believe him not he would insinuate with thee but to make thee sigh i am strong framed he cannot prevail with me spoke like a tall man that respects thy reputation come shall we fall to work take him on the custard with the hilts of thy sword and then throw him in the malmsey butt in the next room

O excellent device, and make a sup of him. Soft, he awakes. Strike. No, we'll reason with him. Where art thou, keeper? Give me a cup of wine. You shall have wine enough, my lord, anon. In God's name, what art thou? A man, as you are. But not as I am, royal. Nor you as we are, loyal. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble. My voice is now the king's, my looks mine own.

how darkly and how deadly dost thou speak your eyes do menace me why look you pale who sent you hither wherefore do you come to to to to murder me ay ay ay you scarcely have the hearts to tell me so and therefore cannot have the hearts to do it

wherein my friends have i offended you phaedrus offended us you have not but the king i shall be reconciled to him again never my lord therefore prepare to die are you drawn forth among a world of men to slay the innocent what is my offence where is the evidence that doth accuse me what lawful quest have given their verdict up unto the frowning judge or who pronounced the bitter sentence of poor clarence's death

Before I be convict by course of law, To threaten me with death is most unlawful.

i charge you as you hope to have redemption by christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins that you depart and lay no hands on me the deed you undertake is damnable what we will do we do upon command and he that hath commanded is our king erroneous vassals the great king of kings hath in the table of his law commanded that thou shalt do no murder

will you then spurn at his edict and fulfil a man's take heed for he holds vengeance in his hand to hurl upon their heads that break his law and that same vengeance does he hurl on thee for false forswearing and for murder too thou didst receive the sacramental fight in quarrel of the house of lancaster and like a traitor to the name of god didst break that vow and with thy treacherous blade

unrippest the bowels of thy sovereign son alice whom thou wast sworn to cherish and defend edward how canst thou urge god's dreadful law to us when thou hast broke it on such a dear degree alas for whose sake did i that ill deed for edward for my brother for his sake he sends you not to murder me for this for in that sin he is as deep as i

if god will be avenged for the deed o know you yet he doth it publicly take not the quarrel from his powerful arm he needs no indirect or lawless course to cut off those that have offended him who made thee then a bloody minister when gallant springing brave plantagenet that princely novice was struck dead by thee my brother's love the devil and my rage

thy brother's love our duty and thy faults provoke us hither now to slaughter thee if you do love my brother hate not me i am his brother and i love him well

if you are hired for mead go back again and i will send you to my brother gloster who shall reward you better for my life than edward will for tidings of my death gina you are deceived your brother gloster hates you edward oh no he loves me and he holds me dear go you to him for me

so we will tell him when that our princely father york blessed his three sons with his victorious arm and charged us from his soul to love each other he little thought of this divided friendship bid gloucester think of this and he will weep ay millstones as he had lessened us to weep oh do not slander him for he is kind right as snow in harvest come you deceive yourself

tis he that sends us to destroy you here it cannot be for he bewept my fortune and hugged me in his arms and swore with sobs that he would labour my delivery why so he doth when he delivers you from this erst thraldom to the joys of heaven make peace with god for you must die my lord

have you that holy feeling in your souls to counsel me to make my peace with god and are you yet to your own souls so blind that you will war with god by murdering me oh sirs consider they that set you on to do this deed will hate you for the deed what shall we do sirs relent and save your souls sirs relent tis cowardly and womanish sirs not to relent is beastly savage devilish

which of you if you were a prince's son being pent from liberty as i am now if two such murderers as yourselves came to you would not intrigue for life my friend i spy some pity in thy looks o if thine eye be not a flatterer come thou on my side and entreat for me as you would beg were you in my distress a begging prince what beggar pities not look behind you my lord stabs him take that and that

if all this will not do i'll drown you in the maunzy butt within exit with the body a bloody deed and desperately despatched how fain like pilate would i wash my hands of this most grievous murder re-enter first murderer how now what meanest thou that thou helpest me not

by heavens the duke shall know how slack you have been i would he knew that i had saved his brother take thou the fee and tell him what i say for i repent me that the duke is slain so do not i go coward as thou art well i'll go hide the body in some hole till that the duke give order for his burial and when i have my meed i will away for this will out

And then, I must not stay. Exit. End of Act 1. Let's make history.

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Act 2 of Richard III by William Shakespeare. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Act 2. Scene 1. London. A room in the palace.

Enter King Edward, Ladin's sick, Queen Elizabeth, Dorset, Rivers, Hastings, Buckingham, Gray, and others. Why so, now I have done a good day's work. You peers continue this united league. I every day expect an ambassage from my Redeemer to redeem me hence, and more at peace my soul shall part to heaven, since I have made my friends at peace on earth.

rivers and hastings take each other's hand dissemble not your hatred swear your love by heaven my soul is purged from grudging hate and with my hand i seal my true heart's love so thrive i as i truly swear the like

take heed you dally not before your king lest he that is the supreme king of kings confound your hidden falsehood and award either of you to be the other's end so prosper i as i swear perfect love and i as i love hastings with my heart captain madame yourself is not exempt from this nor you son dorset buckingham nor you

You have been factious one against the other. Wife, love Lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand.

and what you do do it unfeignedly dorset there hastings i will never more remember our former hatred so thrive i and mine hastings dorset embrace him hastings love lord marquis dorset this interchange of love i here protest upon my part shall be inviolable hastings and so swear i dorset embraces dorset hastings now princely buckingham seal thou this league

with thy embracements to my wife's alliance and make me happy in your unity whenever buckingham doth turn his hate upon your grace to the queen but with all duteous love doth cherish you and yours god punish me with hate in those where i expect most love when i have most need to employ a friend and most assured that he is a friend deep hollow treacherous and full of guile be he unto me

this do i beg of heaven when i am curled in love to you or yours embracing rivers c a pleasing cordial princely buckingham is this thy vow unto my sickly heart there wanteth now our brother gloster here to make the blessed period of this peace

and in good time here comes the noble duke enter gloucester good morrow to my sovereign king and queen and princely peers a happy time of day happy indeed as we have spent the day gloucester we have done deeds of charity make peace of enmity fair love of hate between these swelling wrong incensed peers a blessed labour my most sovereign lord among this princely heap

if any here by false intelligence or wrong surmise hold me a foe if i unwittingly or in my rage have aught committed that is hardly borne to any in this presence i desire to reconcile me to his friendly peace tis death to me to be at enmity i hate it and desire all good men's love

First, madam, I entreat true peace of you, which I will purchase with my duteous service, of you, my noble cousin Buckingham, if ever any grudge were lodged between us, of you and you, Lord Rivers and of Dorset, that all, without dessert, have frowned on me, of you, Lord Woodville, and Lord Scales of you, Dukes, Earls, Lords, Gentlemen, indeed, of all.

i do not know that englishman alive with whom my soul is any jot at odds more than the infant that is born to-night i thank my god for my humility a holy day shall this be kept hereafter i would to god all strifes were well compounded my sovereign lord i do beseech your highness to take our brother clarence to your grace why madam have i offered love for this to be so flouted in this royal presence

who knows not that the gentle duke is dead they all start duke you do him injury to scorn his corpse duke who knows not he is dead who knows he is all seeing heaven what a world is this look i so pale lord dorset as the rest duke ay my good lord and no man in the presence but his red colour hath forsook his cheeks

is clarence dead the order was reversed but he poor man by your first order died and that a winged mercury did bear some tardy cripple bore the countermand that came to lag to see him buried

God grant that some less noble and less loyal, nearer in bloody thoughts and not in blood, deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did, and yet go current from suspicion. Enter Stanley. A boon, my sovereign, for my service done? I prithee peace. My soul is full of sorrow. I will not rise unless your highness hear me. Then say at once what is it thou requestest. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life.

who slew to-day a riotous gentleman lately attendant on the duke of norfolk have i a tongue to do my brother's death and shall that tongue give pardon to a slave my brother killed no man his fault was thought and yet his punishment was bitter death

who sued to me for him who in my wrath kneeled at my feet and bid me be advised who spoke of brotherhood who spoke of love who told me how the poor soul did forsake the mighty warwick and did fight for me who told me in the field at tewkesbury when oxford had me down he rescued me and said dear brother live and be a king

who told me when we both lay in the field frozen almost to death how he did lap me even in his garments and did give himself all thin and naked to the numb cold night all this from my remembrance brutish wrath sinfully plucked and not a man of you had so much grace to put it in my mind

But when your carters or your waiting vassals Have done a drunken slaughter and defaced The precious image of our dear Redeemer, You straighter on your knees for pardon, pardon, And I unjustly too must grant it you. But for my brother not a man would speak, Nor I ungracious speak unto myself, For him, poor soul, the proudest of you all, Have been beholding to him in his life.

yet none of you would once beg for his life o god i fear thy justice will take hold on me on you and mine and yours for this come hastings help me to my closet

Ah, poor Clarence! This is the fruit of rashness. Mark to you not how that the guilty kindred of the queen looked pale when they did hear of Clarence's death? Oh, they did urge it still unto the king. God will revenge it. Come, lords, will you go to comfort Edward with our company? We wait upon your grace. Exeunt.

scene two another room in the palace enter the duchess of york with the son and daughter of clarence good grandam tell us is our father dead no boy why do you weep so oft and beat your breast and cry o clarence my unhappy son why do you look on us and shake your head and call us orphans wretches castaways if that our noble father were alive my pretty cousins you mistake me both

i do lament the sickness of the king as loath to lose him not your father's death it were lost sorrow to wail one that's lost then you conclude my grandam he is dead the king mine uncle is to blame for this god will revenge it whom i will import in with earnest prayers all to that effect and so will i peace children peace

the king doth love you well and capable and shallow innocence you cannot guess who caused your father's death grandam we can for my good uncle gloucester told me the king provoked to it by the queen devised impeachments to imprison him and when my uncle told me so he wept and pitied me and kindly kissed my cheek bade me rely on him as on my father and he would love me dearly as his child

O, that deceit should steal such gentle shape, And with a virtuous vizard hide deep vice! He is my son, aye, and therein my shame, Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit. Think you my uncle did disemble, Grandam? Aye, boy. I cannot think it. What noise is this? Enter Queen Elizabeth, distractedly, Reverse and dorset following her. Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep

to chide my fortune and toment myself. I'll join with black despair against my soul, and to myself become an enemy. What means this scene of rude impatience? To make an act of tragic violence. Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead. They grow the branches when the root is gone. Why wither not the leaves that want their sap? If you will live, lament, lament,

if die be brief that our swift wingd souls may catch the king's or like obedient subjects follow him to his new kingdom of perpetual rest ah so much interest have i in thy sorrow as i had title in thy noble husband i have bewebbed a worthy husband's death and lived by looking on his images but now two mirrors of his princely semblance are crack'd in pieces by malignant death

and i for comfort have but one false glass that grieves me when i see my shame in him thou art a widow yet thou art a mother and hast the comfort of thy children left but death hath snatched my husband from mine arms and plucked two crutches from my feeble hands clarence and edward

o what cause have i thine being but a moiety of my moan to overgo thy woes and drown thy cries ah aunt you wept not for our father's death how can we aid you with our kindred tears our fatherless distress was left unmown'd your widow dola likewise be unwept give me no help in lamentation i am not barren to bring forth complaints

all springs reduce their currents to mine eyes that i being governed by the watery moon may send forth plenteous tears to drown the world ah for my husband for my dear lord edward ah for our father for our dear lord clarence alas for both both mine edward and clarence

Had I but Edward, and he's gone. What stay had we but Clarence, and he's gone? What stays had I but they, and they are gone. Was ever widow had so dear a loss? Were never orphans had so dear a loss? Was never mother had so dear a loss? Alas, I am the mother of these griefs. Their woes are parceled, mine is general.

she for an edward weeps and so do i i for a clarence weep so doth not she these babes for clarence weep and so do i i for an edward weep so do not they alas you three on me threefold distrest pour all your tears

I am your sorrow's nurse, and I will pamper it with lamentation. Comfort, dear mother, God is much displeased that you take with unthankfulness his doing. In common worldly things 'tis called ungrateful, with done unwillingness to repay a debt with which a bounteous hand was kindly lent; much more to be thus opposite with heaven, for it requires the royal debt it lent you. Madam, bethink you like a careful mother.

of the young prince your son send straight for him let him be crown'd in him your comfort lives drown desperate sorrow in dead edward's grave and plant your joys in living edward's throne enter gloucester buckingham stanley hastings radcliff and others edward sister have comfort all of us have cause to wail the dimming of our shining star

but none can help our harms by wailing them madam my mother i do cry you mercy i did not see your grace humbly on my knee i crave your blessing adolph god bless thee and put meekness in thy breast love charity obedience and true duty adolph amen

and make me die a good old man that is the butt-end of a mother's blessing i marvel that her grace did leave it out you cloudy princes and hot soaring peers that bear this heavy mutual load of moan now cheer each other in each other's love though we have spent our harvest of this king we are to reap the harvest of his son

the broken rancour of your high-sworn hearts but lately splintered knit and joined together must gently be preserved cherished and kept

meseemeth good that with some little train forthwith from ludlow the young prince be fetched hither to london to be crown'd our king king why with some little train my lord of buckingham marry my lord lest by a multitude the new-heald wound of malice should break out

which would be so much the more dangerous by how much the estate is green and yet ungovern'd where every horse bears his commanding rein and may direct his course as please himself as well the fear of harm as harm apparent in my opinion ought to be prevented i hope the king made peace with all of us and the compact is firm and true in me and so in me and so i think in all yet since it is but green

it should be put to no apparent likelihood of breach, which, happily, by much company, might be urged. Therefore I say, with noble Buckingham, that it is meet, so few should fetch the prince."

and so say i then be it so and go we to determine who they shall be that straight shall post to ludlow madam and you my mother will you go to give your censures in this business a all but buckingham and gloucester my lord whoever journeys to the prince for god's sake let not us two stay at home for by the way i'll sort occasion as indexed to the story we late talked of to part the queen's proud kindred from the prince

my other self my council's consistory my oracle my prophet my dear cousin i as a child will go by thy direction toward ludlow then for we'll not stay behind scene three london the street

enter two citizens meeting good morrow neighbor whither away so fast i promise you i scarcely know myself hear you the news abroad yes that the king is dead ill news by your lady seldom comes the better i fear i fear twill prove a giddy world enter third citizen neighbors god-speed give you good morrow sir does the news hold of good king edward's death

Aye, sir, it is too true. God help the while. Then, masters, look to see a troublous world. No, no, no.

No, no, by God's good grace, his son shall reign. Woe to that land that's governed by a child! In him there's a hope of government, which in his knowledge counsel under him; and in his full and ripened years himself no doubt shall then and till then govern well. So stood the State when Henry VI was crowned in Paris, but at nine months old. Stood the State so? No, no, good friends, God what?

for then this land was famously enriched with politic grave council then the king had virtuous uncles to protect his grace why so hast this both by his father and mother better it were they all came by his father or by his father there were none at all for emulation who shall now be nearest will touch us all too near if god prevent naught oh full of danger is the duke of gloucester and the queen's sons and brothers hot and proud

and were they to be ruled and not to rule this sickly land might solace as before come come we fear the worst all will be well when clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks when great leaves fall then winter is at hand when the sun sets who doth not look for night untimely storms make men expect a dearth

all may be well but if god sort it so tis more than we deserve or i expect truly the hearts of men are full of fear you cannot reason almost with a man that looks not heavily and full of dread before the days of change still is it so by a divine instinct men's minds mistrust ensuing danger as by proof we see the water swell before a boisterous storm

but leave it all to god whither away mary we were sent for to the justice's and so was i i'll bear you company scene four london a room in the palace

enter the archbishop of york the young duke of york queen elizabeth and the duchess of york last night i hear they at northampton lay and at stony stratford they do rest to-night to-morrow or next day they will be here i long with all my heart to see the prince i hope he is much grown since last i saw him but i here know they say my son of york has almost overtained him in his growth

ay mother but i would not have it so why my good cousin it is good to grow grandam one night as we did sit at supper my uncle rivers talked how i did grow more than my brother

ay quoth my uncle gloster small herbs have grace great weeds do grow apace and since methinks i would not grow so fast because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste good faith good faith the saying did not hold in him that did object the same to thee

he was the wretchedest thing when he was young so long a-growing and so leisurely that if his rule were true he should be gracious and so no doubt he is my gracious madam i hope he is

But yet let mothers doubt. Now by my troth, if I had been remembered, I could have given my uncle's grace a flout To touch his growth nearer than he touched mine. How, my young York, I prithee let me hear it. Mary, they say my uncle grew so fast That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old; 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. Grandam, this would have been a biting jest.

i prithee pretty yoke who told thee this grandam his nurse his nurse why she was dead ere thou wast born if twere not she i cannot tell who told me a parlous boy

too you are too shrewd good madam be not angry with the child pictures have ears here comes a messenger enter a messenger what news such news my lord as grieves me to report how doth the prince well madam and in health what is thy news lord rivers and lord grey are sent to pomfret with them sir thomas vaughan

prisoners who hath committed them the mighty dukes gloucester and buckingham for what offence the sum of all i can i have disclos'd why or for what the nobles were committed is all unknown to me my gracious lady ah me i see the ruin of my house the tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind insulting tyranny begins to jet upon th innocent and all is thrown welcome destruction blood and massacre

I see, as in a map, the end of all. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days, how many of you have mine eyes beheld?

"'My husband lost his life to get the crown, "'and often up and down my sons were tossed "'for me to joy and weep their gain and loss. "'And being seated and domestic broils clean overblown, "'themselves the conquerors make war upon themselves, "'brother to brother, blood to blood, self against self. "'O preposterous and frantic outrage, "'end thy damned spleen, or let me die to look on death no more. "'Come!'

come my boy we will to sanctuary madam farewell stay i will go with you you have no cause to the queen my gracious lady go and thither bear your treasure and your goods for my part i'll resign unto your grace the seal i keep and so be tied to me as well i tender you and all of yours go i'll conduct you to the sanctuary

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XIII. SCENE I. LONDON. A STREET.

the trumpet's sound and to the prince of wells gloucester buckingham catesby cardinal bourchier and others welcome sweet prince to london to your chamber welcome dear cousin my thoughts sovereign the weary way hath made you melancholy no uncle but our crosses on the way have made it tedious wearisome and heavy i want more uncles here to welcome me sweet prince

the untainted virtue of your years hath not yet dived into the world's deceit nor more can you distinguish of a man than of his outward show which god he knows seldom nor never jumpeth with the heart those uncles which you want were dangerous your grace attended to their sugared words but looked not on the poison of their hearts

God keep you from them, and from such false friends. LADY MACBETH: God keep me from false friends, but they were none. My lord, the Mayor of London comes to greet you. Enter the Lord Mayor and his train. LADY MACBETH: God bless your grace with health and happy days. I thank you, good my lord, and thank you all. LADY MACBETH: I thought my mother and my brother York would long ere this have met us on the way.

fie what a slug is hastings that he comes not to tell us whether they will come or no and in good time here comes the sweating lord enter hastings hastings welcome my lord what will our mother come on what occasion god he knows not i the queen your mother and your brother york have taken sanctuary the tender prince would fain have come with me to meet your grace but by his mother was perforce withheld

Fie, what an indirect and peevish course is this of hers! Lord Cardinal, will your grace persuade the Queen to send the Duke of York unto his princely brother presently? If she deny, Lord Hastings, go with him, and from her jealous arms pluck him perforce. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory can from his mother win the Duke of York, anon expect him here.

but if she be obdurate mild entreaties god in heaven forbid we should infringe the holy privilege of blessed sanctuary not for all this land would i be guilty of so deep a sin you are too senseless obstinate my lord too ceremonious and traditional

weigh it but with the grossness of this age you break not sanctuary in seizing him the benefit thereof is always granted to those whose dealings have deserved the place and those who have the wit to claim the place this prince hath neither claimed it nor deserved it and therefore in mine opinion cannot have it

then taking him from thence that is not there you break no privilege nor charter there oft i have heard of sanctuary men but sanctuary children ne'er till now my lord you shall o'errule my mind for once

come on lord hastings will you go with me i go my lord good lords make all the speedy haste you may exeunt cardinal and hastings say uncle gloucester if our brother come where shall we sojourn till our coronation where it seems best unto your royal self if i may counsel you some day or two your highness shall repose you at the tower

Then, where you please and shall be thought most fit for your best health and recreation. I do not like the tower of any place.

did julius caesar build that place my lord? he did, my gracious lord, begin that place, which since succeeding ages have re-edified. is it upon record, or else reported successively from age to age he built it? upon record, my gracious lord. but say, my lord, it were not registered.

methinks the truth should live from age to age as twere retail'd to all posterity even to the general all-ending day aside so wise so young they say do never live long what say you uncle i say without characters fame lives long aside

Thus, like the formal vice, iniquity, I moralize two meanings in one word. That Julius Caesar was a famous man, with what his valour did enrich his wit. His wit set down to make his valour live. Death makes no conquest of this conqueror, for now he lives in fame, though not in life.

I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham. What, my gracious lord? And if I live until I be a man, I'll win our ancient right in France again.

or die a soldier as i liv'd a king short summers lightly have a forward spring and now in good time here comes the duke of york enter york hastings and the cardinal richard of york how fares our loving brother well my dread lord so must i call you now ay brother to our grief as it is yours

too late he died that might have kept that title which by his death has lost much majesty how fares our cousin noble lord of york i thank you gentle uncle oh my lord you said that idle weeds are fast in growth the prince my brother hath outgrown me far

he hath my lord and therefore is he idle oh my fair cousin i must not say so then he is more beholding to you than i he may command me as my sovereign but you have power in me as in a kinsman i pray you uncle give me this dagger my dagger little cousin

with all my heart. A beggar, brother? Of my kind uncle, that I know will give, and being but a toy, which is no grief to give. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin. A greater gift? Oh, that's the sword to it. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough. Oh, then, I see you apart with but light gifts. In weightier things you'll say a beggar nay. It is too heavy for your grace to wear. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.

What, would you have my weapon, little lord? I would, that I might thank you as you call me. How? Little. My lord of York will still be cross in talk. Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him. You mean to bear me, not to bear with me. Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me. Because that I am little, like an ape, he thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders. With what a sharp provided wit he reasons.

To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle, He prettily and aptly taunts himself. So cunning and so young is wonderful!

My lord, wilt please you pass along. Myself and my good cousin Buckingham will to your mother, to entreat of her to meet you at the tower, and welcome you. What, will you go unto the tower, my lord? My lord protector, needs will have it so. I shall not sleep in quiet at the tower. Why, what should you fear? Mary, my uncle Clarence's angry ghost. My grandam told me he was murdered there. I fear no uncle's dead.

nor none that live i hope and if they live i hope i need not fear but come my lord and with a heavy heart thinking on them go i unto the tower senate axiom prince york hastings cardinal and attendants

Think you, my lord, this little prating York was not incensed by his subtle mother to taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously? No doubt, no doubt. Oh, tis a parlous boy, bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable. He is all the mothers from the top to toe. Well, let them rest. Come hither, Kate speaks.

thou art sworn as deeply to effect what we intend as closely to conceal what we impart thou know'st our reasons urged upon the way what think'st thou is it not an easy matter to make william lord hastings of our mind

for the instalment of this noble duke in the seat royal of this famous isle he for his father's sake so loves the prince that he will not be one to ought against him what think'st thou then of stanley will not he he will do all in all as hastings doth well then no more but this go gentle catesby and as it were far off sound thou lord hastings how he doth stand affected to our purpose

and summon him to-morrow to the tower to sit about the coronation if thou dost find him tractable to us encourage him and tell him all our reasons if he be leaden icy cold unwilling be thou so too and so break off the talk and give us notice of his inclination for we to-morrow hold divided councils wherein thyself shall highly be employed

Good Catesby, go. Effect this business soundly. My good lords both, with all the heat I can. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep? You shall, my lord.

at crosby place there shall you find us both exit catesby and now my lord what shall we do if we perceive that lord hastings will not yield to our complots lord chop off his head man somewhat we will do and look when i am king

Claim thou of me the earldom of Hereford, And all the movables whereof the king my brother was possess'd. I'll claim that promise at your grace's hand. And look to have it yielded with all kindness. Come, let us sup betimes, That afterwards we may digest our complots in some form. SCENE II. BEFORE LORD HASTING'S HOUSE. ENTER A MESSENGER.

My lord, my lord. Knocking. Within. Who knocks? One from the lord Stanley. Within. What is it o'clock? Upon the stroke of four. Enter Hastings. Cannot my lord Stanley sleep these tedious nights? So it appears by that I have to say. First he commends him to your noble self. What then? Then certifies your lordship that this night he dreamt the boar had raised off his helm.

Besides, he says there are two councils held, and that may be determined at the one which may make you and him to rue at the other.

therefore he sends to know your lordship's pleasure if you will presently take horse with him and with all speed post with him toward the north to shun the danger that his soul divines go fellow go return unto thy lord bid him not fear the separated counsels his honour and myself are at the one and at the other is my good friend catsby where nothing can proceed that toucheth us whereof i shall not have intelligence

Tell him his fears are shallow, without instance, and for his dreams I wonder he's so simple to trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers. To fly the boar before the boar pursues were to incense the boar to follow us, and make pursuit where he did mean no chase. Go, bid thy master rise and come to me, and we will both together to the tower, where, he shall see, the boar will use us kindly. I'll go, my lord, and tell him what you say. Exit.

Enter Catesby. Many good morrows to my noble lord. Good morrow, Catesby. You are early stirring. What news, what news in this our tottering state? It is a reeling world indeed, my lord, and I believe we'll never stand upright till Richard wear the garland of the realm. How? Wear the garland? Dost thou mean the crown? I'm a good lord. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my shoulders before I'll see the crown so foul misplaced.

but canst thou guess that he doth aim at it ay on my life and hopes to find you forward upon his party for the gain thereof and thereupon he sends you this good news that this same very day your enemies the kindred of the queen must die at pomfret indeed i am no mourner for that news because they have been still my adversaries

but that i'll give my voice on richard's side to bar my master's errors and true descent god knows i will not do it to the death cat god keep your lordship in that gracious mind richard but i shall laugh at this a twelvemonth hence that they which brought me in my master's hate i live to look upon their tragedy well catsby ere a fortnight make me older i'll send some packing that yet think not on't cat tis a vile thing to die my gracious lord when men are unprepared and look not for it

"'Oh, monstrous, monstrous! And so falls it out with rivers, Vaughan, grey, and so it will do with some men else that think themselves as safe as thou and I, who, as thou knowest, are dear to Princely Richard and to Buckingham.' "'The princes both make high account of you.' "'Aside.' "'For they count his head upon the bridge.' "'I know they do, and I have well deserved it.' "'And to Stanley.' "'Come on, come on. Where is your boar-spear, man?'

"'Fare you the bore, and go so unprovided?' "'My lord, good morrow, and good morrow, Catesby. You may jest on, but by the holy rood I do not like these several counsels, aye?' "'My lord, I hold my life as dear as you do yours, and never in my days I do protest was it so precious to me as tis now. Think you but that I know our state secure, I would be so triumphant as I am?' "'The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from London, were jocund, and supposed their states were sure.'

and they indeed had no cause to mistrust but yet you see how soon the day o'ercast this sudden stab of rancour i misdoubt pray god i say i prove a needless coward what shall we toward the tower the day is spent come come have with you what you want my lord today the lords you talked of are beheaded they for their truth might better wear their heads than some that have accused them wear their hats

but come my lord that's a way enter a percivant go on before i'll talk with this good fellow exeunt stanley and cadesby how now sirrah how goes the world with thee sirrah the better that your lordship please to ask i tell thee man tis better with me now than when thou met'st me last when now we meet

then i was going prisoner to the tower by the suggestion of the queen's allies but now i tell thee keep it to thyself this day those enemies are put to death and i in better state than e'er i was god hold it to your honour's good content gramercy fellow there drink that for me throwing him his spurs i thank your honour exit

enter a priest well met my lord i am glad to see your honour borkman i thank thee good sir john with all my heart i am in your debt for your last exercise come the next sabbath and i will content you enter buckingham what talking with a priest lord chamberlain your friends at pomfret they do need the priest

Your honour hath no striving work in hand. Good faith, and when I met this holy man, the man you talk of came into my mind. What, you go toward the tower? I do, my lord, but long I cannot stay there. I shall return before your lordship thence. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there. Aside. And supper too, although thou know'st it not. Come, will you go? I'll wait upon your lordship. Exeunt.

Scene 3. Pumfret before the castle. Enter Radcliffe with guard, conducting Rivers, Grey and Bowen to execution. Sir Richard Radcliffe, let me tell thee this. Today shalt thou behold a subject die for truth, for duty and for loyalty. God bless the prince from all the back of you.

cannot you are of damned bloodsuckers you live that shall cry woe for this hereafter dispatch the limit of your lives is out o pomfret pomfret o thou bloody prison fatal and ominous to noble peers within the guilty closure of thy walls richard the second here was hacked to death and for more slander to thy dismal seat

we give to thee our guiltless blood to drink now margaret's curse is fallen upon our heads when she exclaimed on hastings you and i for standing by when richard stabbed her son then cursed she richard then cursed she buckingham then cursed she hastings oh remember god to hear her prayer 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 make haste the hour of death is expiate come gray come vaughan let us here embrace farewell until we meet again in heaven

scene four london a room in the tower buckingham stanley hastings the bishop of ely radcliffe lovel and others sitting at a table officers of the council attending

now noble peers the cause why we are met is to determine of the coronation in god's name speak when is the royal day are all things ready for that royal time they are and want but nomination to-morrow then i judge a happy day who knows the lord protector's mind herein who is most inward with the noble duke your grace we think

Should soonest know his mind. We know each other's faces. For our hearts, he knows no more of mine than I of yours, or I of his, my lord, than you of mine. Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love? I thank his grace. I know he loves me well. But for his purpose in the coronation I have not sounded him, nor he delivered his gracious pleasure any way therein. But you, my honourable lords, may name the time.

and in the duke's behalf i'll give my voice which i presume he'll take in gentle part in happy time here comes the duke himself enter gloucester my noble lords and cousins all good morrow i have been long a sleeper but i trust my absence doth neglect no great design by which my presence might have been concluded had you not come upon your cue my lord william lord hastings had pronounced your part i mean your voice

For crowning of the king than my lord Hastings no man might be bolder his lordship knows me well and loves me well my lord of Ely when I was last in Hoburn I Saw good strawberries in your garden there. I do beseech you Send for some of them merry and will my lord with all my

With all my heart. Exit. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you. Takes him aside. Caspy hath sounded Hastings in our business, And finds the testy gentleman so hot That he will lose his head ere give consent His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it, Shall lose the royalty of England's throne.

"'Withdraw yourself a while. I'll go with you.' "'Axian Closter and Buckingham.' "'We have not yet set down this day of triumph. Tomorrow, in my judgment, is too sudden, for I myself am not so well provided as else I would be were the day prolonged.' "'Re-enter Bishop of Ely.' "'Where is my lord the Duke of Gloucester? I have sent for these strawberries.' "'His grace looks cheerfully and smooth this morning.'

there's some conceit or other likes him well when that he bids good-morrow with such spirits i think there's ne'er a man in christendom can lesser hide his love or hate than he for by his face straight shall you know his heart what of his heart perceive you in his face by any livelihood he showed to-day marry that with no man here he is offended for were he he had shown it in his looks re-enter gloucester and buckingham i pray you all

tell me what they deserve that do conspire my death with devilish plots of damned witchcraft and that have prevailed upon my body with their hellish charms the tender love i bear your grace my lord makes me most forward in this princely presence to doom the offenders whosoe'er they be

i say my lord they have deserved death then be your eyes the witness of their evil look how i am bewitched behold mine arm is like a blasted sapling withered up

and this is edward's wife that monstrous witch consorted with that harlot strumpet sure that by their witchcraft thus have marked me edward if they have done this deed my noble lord edward if thou protector of this damned strumpet talk'st thou to me of ifs

thou art a traitor off with his head now by st paul i swear i will not dine until i see the same lovel and ratcliffe look that it be done the rest that love me rise and follow me all except hastings lovel and ratcliffe woe woe for england not a whit for me for i too fond might have prevented this stanley did dream the board and raise his helm and i did scorn it and disdain to fly

three times to-day my footcloth horse did stumble and started when he looked upon the tower as loth to bear me to the slaughter-house oh now i need the priest that spake to me i now repent i told the pursuant as to triumphing how my enemies to-day at pomfret bloodily were butchered

and i myself secure in grace and favour o margaret margaret now thy heavy curse is lighted on poor hastings wretched head come come dispatch the duke would be at dinner make a short shrift he longs to see your head o momentary grace of mortal men which we more hunt for than the grace of god who builds his hope in air of your good looks lives like a drunken sailor on a mast

ready with every nod to tumble down into the fatal bowels of the deep come come dispatch tis bootless to exclaim oh bloody richard miserable england i prophesy the fearfullest time to thee that ever wretched age hath looked upon come lead me to the block bear him my head they smile at me who shortly shall be dead

scene v london the tower walls and to gloucester and buckingham in rusty armour marvellous ill-favoured come cousin canst thou quake and change thy colour murder thy breath in middle of a word and then begin again and stop again

as if thou wert distraught and mad with terror. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian. Speak and look back and pry on every side, tremble and start at wagging of a straw, intending deep suspicion. Ghastly looks are at my service, like enforced smiles, and both are ready in their offices at any time to grace my stratagems.

but what is catesby gone he is and see he brings the mayor along enter the lord mayor and catesby lord mayor look to the drawbridge there hark a drum catesby overlook the walls lord mayor the reason we have sent look back defend thee here are enemies god and our innocency defend and guard us oh be patient

They are friends, Ratcliffe and Lovell. Enter Lovell and Ratcliffe with Hastings' head. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor, the dangerous and unsuspected Hastings. So dear I loved the man that I must weep. I took him for the plainest, harmless creature that breathed upon the earth a Christian, made him my book wherein my soul recorded the history of all her secret thoughts.

so smooth he daubed his vice with show of virtue, that his apparent open guilt omitted, I mean his conversation with Shaw's wife, he lived from all attainder of suspects. Well, well, he was the covertest sheltered traitor that ever lived. Would you imagine, or almost believe, were it not that by great preservation we live to tell it to you,

that the subtle traitor this day had plotted in the council-house to murder me and my good lord of gloucester had he done so what

think you we are turks or infidels or that we would against the form of law proceed thus rashly in the villain's death but that the extreme peril of the case the peace of england and our person's safety enforced us to this execution now fair befal you he deserved his death and your good graces both have well proceeded to warn false traitors from the like attempts

I never looked for better at his hands after he once fell in with Mistress Shore. Yet had we not determined he should die until your lordship came to see his end, which now the loving haste of these our friends, something against our meanings, have prevented, because, my lord, we would have had you heard the traitor speak and timorously confess the manner and the purpose of his treasons."

that you might well have signified the same unto the citizens who haply may misconstruir us in him and wail his death but my good lord your gracious word shall serve as well as i had seen and heard him speak

and do not doubt right noble princes both but i'll acquaint our dutious citizens with all your just proceedings in this case and to that end we wished your lordship here to avoid the censures of the carping world but since you come too late of our intent yet witness what you hear we did intend and so my good lord mayor we bid farewell exit lord mayor go after after cousin buckingham

the mayor towards gueldhall hies him in all post there at your meedst advantage of the time infer the bastardy of edward's children tell them how edward put to death a citizen only for saying he would make his son heir to the crown meaning indeed his house which by the sign thereof was termed so

moreover urge his hateful luxury and bestial appetite in change of lust which stretched unto their servants daughters wives even where his raging eye or savage heart without control listed to make a prey nay for a need thus far come near my person

tell them when that my mother went with child of that insatiate edward noble yorke my princely father then had wars in france and by true computation of the time found that the issue was not his begot which well appeared in his lineaments being nothing like the noble duke my father yet touch this sparingly as twere far off because my lord

you know my mother lives benad doubt not my lord i'll play the orator as if the golden fee for which i plead were for myself and so my lord adieu ben if you thrive well bring them to baynard's castle where you shall find me well accompanied with reverend fathers

and well-learned bishops. I go, and towards three or four o'clock look for the news that the Guildhall affords. Exit. Go, Lovell, with all speed to Dr. Shaw. Go thou— To Cadesby. To Friar Penker. Bid them both meet me within this hour at Baynard's Castle. Exeunt Lovell and Cadesby. Now will I in to take some privy order to draw the brats of Clarence out of sight—

and to give order that no man or person have any time recourse unto the princes exit scene six london a street enter a scrivener here is the indictment of the good lord hastings which in a set hand fairly is engrossed that it may be to-day read o'er in palls and mark how well the sequel hangs together eleven hours i have spent to write it over for yesternight by catesby was it sent me

the precedent was full as long a-doing and yet within these five hours hastings lived untainted unexamined free at liberty here's a good world the while who is so gross that cannot see this palpable device yet who so bold but says he sees it not

bad is the world and all will come to nought when such ill-dealing must be seen in thought exit scene seven london court of baynard's castle

enter gloucester and buckingham meeting edward how now how now what say the citizens edward now by the holy mother of our lord the citizens of mome say not a word edward touch'd you the bastardy of edward's children edward i did

with his contract with lady lucy, and his contract by deputy in France, the insatiate greediness of his desires, and his enforcement of the city wives, his tyranny for trifles his own bastardy, as being got your father then in France, and his resemblance, being not like the duke, withal I did infer your lineaments,

being the right idea of your father both in your form and nobleness of mind laid open all your victories in scotland your discipline in war wisdom in peace your bounty virtue fair humility indeed left nothing fitting for your purpose untouched or slightly handled in discourse

And when mine oratory drew to an end, I bid them that did love their country's good cry, "God save Richard, England's royal king!" And did they so? No, so God help me, they spake not a word, But like dumb statues or breathing stones, Stared each on other and looked deadly pale.

which when i saw i reprehended them and asked the mayor what meant this wilful silence his answer was the people were not used to be spoke to but by the recorder then he was urged to tell my tale again thus saith the duke thus hath the duke inferred but nothing spoke in warrant from himself

when he had done some followers of mine own at lower end of the hall hurled up their caps and some ten voices cried god save king richard and thus i took the vantage of those few thanks gentle citizens and friends quoth i this general applause and cheerful shout argues your wisdoms and your love to richard

and even here break off and came away. What, tongueless blocks were they? Would they not speak?

Will not the mayor then and his brethren come? The mayor is here at hand. Intend some fear. Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit, and look you get a prayer-book in your hand, and stand between two churchmen, good my lord, for on that ground I'll make a holy desk-hand, and be not easily won to our requests.

play the maid's part still answer nay and take it i go and if you plead as well for them as i can say nay to thee for myself no doubt we bring it to a happy issue go go up to the leads the lord mayor knocks exit

enter the lord mayor alderman and citizens ald welcome my lord i dance attendance here i think the duke will not be spoke withal enter from the castle catesby ald now catesby what says your lord to my request he doth entreat your grace my noble lord to visit him to-morrow or next day he is within with two right reverend fathers divinely bent to meditation

and in a worldly suit would he be moved to draw him from his holy exercise duke return good catesby to the gracious duke tell him myself the mayor and aldermen in deep designs in matter of great moment no less importing than our general good are come to have some conference with his grace i'll signify so much unto him straight exit duke aha my lord this prince is not an edward

he is not lolling on a lewd day-bed but on his knees at meditation not dallying with a brace of courtesans but meditating with two deep divines not sleeping to engross his idle body but praying to enrich his watchful soul happy were england would this virtuous prince take on his grace the sovereignty thereof

But sure, I fear, we shall not win him to it. Mary, God defend his grace should say us nay. I fear he will.

here catesby comes again re-enter catesby now catesby what says his grace he wonders to what end you have assembled such troops of citizens to come to him his grace not being warned thereof before he fears my lord you mean no good to him sorry i am my noble cousin should suspect me that i mean no good to him by heaven we come to him in perfect love

and so once more return and tell his grace exit gates b when holy and devout religious men are at their beads tis much to draw them thence

so sweet is zealous contemplation enter gloucester in a gallery above between two bishops catesby returns see where his grace stands tween two clergymen two props of virtue for a christian prince to stay him from the fall of vanity and see a book of prayer in his hand true ornaments to know a holy man

famous plantagenet most gracious prince lend favourable ear to our requests and pardon us the interruption of thy devotion and right christian zeal my lord there needs no such apology i rather do beseech you pardon me who earnest in the service of my god deferred the visitation of my friends but leaving this

what is your grace's pleasure sir lear even that i hope which pleaseth god above and all good men of this ungovern'd isle sir lear i do suspect i have done some offence that seems disgracious in the city's eye and that you come to reprehend my ignorance sir lear you have my lord

Would it might please your grace on our entreaties to amend your fault? Else wherefore breathe I in a Christian land? No, then, it is your fault that you resign the supreme seat, the throne majestical, the sceptred office of your ancestors, your state of fortune, and your due of birth, the lineal glory of your royal house, to the corruption of a blemished stock.

whilst in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts which here we waken to our country's good the noble isle doth want her proper limbs her face defaced with scars of infamy her royal stock graft with ignoble plants and almost sheltered in the swallowing gulf of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion

which to recur we heartily solicit your gracious self to take on you the charge and kingly government of this your land not as protector steward substitute or lowly factor for another's gain but as successively from blood to blood your right of birth your empery your own

For this, consorted with the citizens, Your very worshipful and loving friends, And by their vehement instigation In this just cause come I to move your grace. I cannot tell if to depart in silence, Or bitterly to speak in your reproof, Best fitteth my degree or your condition.

if not to answer you might happily think tongue-tied ambition not replying yielded to bear the golden yoke of sovereignty which fondly you would here impose on me if to reprove you for this suit of yours so seasoned with your faithful love to me then on the other side i checked my friends therefore to speak and to avoid the first and then in speaking not to incur the last

definitively thus i answer you your love deserves my thanks but my desert unmeritable shuns your high request first if all obstacles were cut away and that my path were even to the crown as the ripe revenue and dew of birth yet so much is my poverty of spirit so mighty and so many my defence

that i would rather hide me from my greatness being a bark to brook no mighty sea than in my greatness covet to be hid and in the vapour of my glory smothered but god be thanked there is no need of me and much i need to help you were there need the royal tree hath left us royal fruit which mellowed by the stealing hours of time will well become the seat of majesty

and make no doubt us happy by his reign on him i lay that you would lay on me the right and fortune of his happy stars which god defend that i should wring from him my lord this argues conscience in your grace but the respects thereof are nice and trivial all circumstances well considered

you say that edward is your brother's son so say we two but not by edward's wife for first was he contract to lady lucy your mother lives a witness to his vow and afterward by substitute betrothed to bona sister to the king of france

these are both put off a poor petitioner a care crazed mother to her many sons a beauty waning and distressed widow even in the afternoon of her best days made prize and purchase of his wonted eye seduced the pitch and height of his degree to base declension and loathed bigamy

by her in his unlawful bed he got this edward whom our manners call the prince more bitterly could i expostulate save that for reverence to some alive i give a sparing limit to my tongue then good my lord take to your royal self this proffered benefit of dignity

and if not to bless us and the land withal yet to draw forth your noble ancestry from the corruption of abusing time unto a lineal true derived course duke of my lord your citizens intreat you duke refuse not mighty lord this proffered love lady oh make them joyful grant their lawful suit duke alas why would you heap those cares on me i am unfit for state and majesty

I do beseech you, take it not amiss, I cannot, nor I will not yield to you. If you refuse it, as in love and zeal, loath to depose the child your brother's son, as well we know your tenderness of heart, and gentle, kind, effeminate remorse, which we have noted in you to your kindred, and equally indeed to all estates,

Yet know where you accept our suit or no, Your brother's son shall never reign our king, But we will plant some other in the throne To the disgrace and downfall of your house, And in this resolution here we leave you. Come, citizens, we will entreat no more. Call them again, sweet prince, accept their suit,

If you deny them, all the land will rue it. Will you enforce me to a world of cares?

Call them again. C.S.B. Catesby goes to the mayor, etc., and then exit. I'm not made of stone, but penetrable to your kind entreaties, albeit against my conscience and my soul. C.S.B. Re-enter Buckingham, and Catesby, mayor, etc., coming forward. C.S.B. Cousin of Buckingham, and sage grave men, since you will buckle fortune on my back, to bear her burden where I will or no, I must have patience to endure the load.

but if black scandal or foul-faced reproach attend the sequel of your imposition your mere enforcement shall acquittance me from all the impure blots and stains thereof

for god doth know and you may partly see how far i am from the desire of this god bless your grace we see it and will say it in saying so you shall but say the truth then i salute you with this royal title long live king richard england's worthy king king richard amen to-morrow may it please you to be crowned

even when you please for you will have it so to-morrow then we will attend your grace and so most joyfully we take our leave to the bishops come let us to our holy work again farewell my cousin farewell gentle friends end of act three act four of richard the third by william shakespeare

this is a libervox recording all libervox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit libervox dot org act four scene one london before the tower enter on one side queen elizabeth duchess of york and marquis of dorset

on the other anne duchess of gloucester leading lady margaret plantagenet clarence's young daughter who meets us here my niece plantagenet led in the hand of her kind aunt of gloucester now for my life she's wandering to the tower on pure heart's love to greet the tender princes daughter well met god give your graces both a happy and a joyful time of day anne as much to you good sister

Whither away? No farther than the tower, and, as I guess, upon the like devotion as yourselves, to gratulate the gentle princes there. Kind sister, thanks. We'll enter all together, and in good time hear the lieutenant comes. Enter Breckenbury. Master lieutenant, pray you, by your leave, how doth the prince and my young son of York? Write well, dear madam.

by your patience i may not suffer you to visit them the king hath strictly charged the contrary gina the king who's that adolph i mean the lord protector gina the lord protect him from that kingly title hath he set bounds between their love and me

I am their mother, who shall bar me from them. I am their father's mother, I will see them. Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother, then bring me to their sights, I'll bear thy blame, and take thy office from thee on my peril. No, madam, no, I may not leave it so, I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me. EXIT

and to stanley let me but meet you ladies one hour hence and i'll salute your grace of york as mother and reverend looker-on of two fair queens to the duchess of gloucester come madam you must straight to westminster there to be crowned richard's royal queen cut my laces sunder that my pent heart may have some scope to beat or else i swoon with this dead-killing news

despiteful tidings oh unpleasing news lear be of good cheer mother how fares your grace mother o dorset speak not to me get thee gone death and destruction dog thee at thy heels thy mother's name is ominous to children if thou wilt outstrip death go cross the seas and live with richmond from the reach of hell go

"'Hie thee, hie thee from this slaughter-house, lest thou increase the number of the dead, and make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse, nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen.' "'Full of wise care is this your counsel, madam. Take all the swift advantage of the hours. You shall have letters from me to my son, in your behalf, to meet you on the way.'

be not ta'en tardy by unwise delay oh ill-dispersing wind of misery oh my accursed womb the bed of death a cockatrice hast thou hatch'd to the world whose unavoid'd eye is murderous come madam come i in all haste was sent and i with all unwillingness will go oh would to god that the inclusive verge of golden metal that must round my brow were red-hot steel to sear me to the brain

anointed let me be with deadly venom and die ere men can say god save the queen leo go go poor soul i envy not thy glory to feed my humour wish thyself no harm leo no why

when he that is my husband now came to me as i followed henry's course when scarce the blood was well washed from his hands which issued from my other angel husband and that dear saint which then i weeping followed oh when i say i looked on richard's face this was my wish be thou quoth i accursed for making me so young so old a widow

and when thou wedst let sorrow haunt thy bed and be thy wife if any be so mad more miserable by the life of thee than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death lo

"'Ere I can repeat this curse again, within so small a time my woman's heart grossly grew captive to his honey words, and proved the subject of mine own soul's curse, which hitherto hath held my eyes from rest. For never yet one hour in his bed did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep, but with his timorous dreams was still awaked.'

Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick, and will no doubt shortly be rid of me. Poor heart, adieu!

I pity thy complaining. No more than with my soul I mourn for yours. Farewell, thou woeful welcomer of glory. Adieu, poor soul, that takes thy leave of it. To Dorset. Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune guide thee. To Anne. Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend thee. To Queen Elizabeth. Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts possess thee. Ay, to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me.

eighty odd years of sorrow have i seen and each hour's joy wreck'd with a week of teen stay yet look back with me unto the tower pity you ancient stones those tender babes whom envy hath immur'd 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 sorrows bids your stones farewell scene two london a room of state in the palace flourish of trumpets richard as king upon his throne buckingham catesby radcliffe lovell a page and others stand all apart

cousin of buckingham my gracious sovran give me thy hand ascends the throne thus high by thy advice and thy assistance is king richard seated but shall we wear these glories for a day

or shall they last and we rejoice in them still live they and for ever let them last ah buckingham now do i play the touch to try if thou be current gold indeed young edward lives think now what i would speak say on my loving lord why buckingham i say i would be king

why so you are my thrice renown'd lord edward ha am i king tis so but edward lives edward true noble prince edward o bitter consequence that edward still should live true noble prince cousin thou wast not wont to be so dull shall i be plain

i wish the bastards dead and i would have it suddenly performed what say'st thou now speak suddenly be brief your grace may do your pleasure tut tut thou art all ice thy kindness freezes say have i thy consent that they shall die

give me some little breath some pause dear lord before i positively speak in this i will resolve your grace immediately exit aside the king is angry see he gnaws his lip i will converse with iron-witted fools and unrespective boys descends from his throne none are for me that look into me with considerate eyes high-reaching buckingham grows circumspect

my lord knows thou not any whom corrupting gold will tempt unto a close exploit of death i know a discontented gentleman whose humble means match not his haughty spirit gold were as good as twenty orators and will no doubt tempt him to anything what is his name

His name, my lord, is Tyrell. I partly know the man. Go, call him hither, boy. Exit page. The deep-revolving witty Buckingham No more shall be the neighbour to my counsels. Has he so long held out with me untired, And stops he now the breath? Well, be it so. Enter Stanley. How now, Lord Stanley, what's the news?

No, my loving lord, the Marquis Dorset, as I hear, is fled to Richmond, in the parts where he abides. Come hither, Catespeare. Rumour it abroad that Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick. I will take order for her keeping close. Inquire me out some mean poor gentleman, whom I will marry straight to Clarence's daughter. The boy is foolish, and I fear him not.

look how thou dream'st i say again give out that anne my queen 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. Is thy name Tyrell? James Tyrell, in your most obedient subject. Art thou indeed? Prove me, my gracious lord. Darest thou resolve to kill a friend of mine? Please you, but I'd rather kill two enemies. Why, then 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 terol i mean those bastards in the tower let me have open means to come to them and soon i'll rid you from the fear of them thou sing'st sweet music

come hither tyrrel go by this token rise and lend thine ear there is no more but so say it is done and i will love thee and prefer thee for it

re-enter buckingham my lord i have considered in my mind the late request that you did sound me in well let that rest dorset is fled to richmond i hear the news my lord stanley here's your wife's son well look to it my lord i claim the gift my due by promise for which your honour and your faith is pawn'd

the earldom of hereford and the moveables which you have promised i shall possess henry stanley look to your wife if she convey letters to richmond you shall answer it henry what says your highness to my just request i do remember me henry the sixth did prophesy that richmond should be king when richmond was a little peevish boy

perhaps my lord how chance the prophet could not at that time have told me i being by that i should kill him my lord your promise for the earldom richmond when last i was at exeter the mayor in courtesy showed me the castle and called it

at which name i started because a bard of ireland told me once i should not live long after i saw richmond rich my lord b b ay what's the clock rich i am thus bold to put your grace in mind of what you promised me b b well but what's the clock rich upon the stroke of ten b b well let it strike rich why let it strike

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 why then resolve me whether you will or no thou troublest me i am not in the vein and is it thus repays he my deep service with such contempt

made i him king for this oh let me think on hastings and be gone to brecknock while my fearful head is on exit scene three london another room in the palace enter tyrrel the tyrannous and bloody act is dut the most starched deed of piteous massacre that ever yet this land was guilty of

"'Dighton and Forrest, who I did suborn to do this piece of ruthless butchery, "'albeit they were fleshed villains, bloody dogs, "'melted with tenderness and mild compassion, "'wept like two children in their death-sad story. "'Oh, thus,' quoth Dighton, "'they the gentle babes. "'Thus, thus,' quoth Forrest, "'girdling one another within their alabaster innocent arms. "'Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, "'and in their summer beauty kissed each other.'

a book of prayers on their pillow lay which once quoth forest almost changed my mind but oh the devil dare the villain stop when dighton thus told on we smothered the most replenished sweet work of nature that from the prime creation ever she framed hence both are gone with conscience and remorse they could not speak and so i left them both to bear this tidings to the bloody king and here he comes enter king richard

All health, my sovereign lord. Kind Tyrell, am I happy in thy news? If to have done the thing you gave in charge beget your happiness, be happy then, for it is done. But didst thou see them dead? I did, my lord. And buried, gentle Tyrell? The chaplain of the tower hath buried them, but where to say the truth I do not know. Come to me, Tyrell, soon, at after supper, when 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 then i humbly take my leave exit the son of clarence have i pent up close his daughter meanly have i matched 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 on the crown to her go i a jolly thriving wooer

enter ratcliffe ratcliffe my lord good or bad news that comes in so bluntly ratcliffe bad news my lord morton is fled to richmond and buckingham backed with a hardy welshman is in the field and still his power increaseth ely with richmond travels me more near than buckingham and his rash levied strength

come i have learned 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 go muster men my counsel is my shield we must be brief when traitors brave the field scene four london before the palace

Enter Queen Margaret. So now prosperity begins to mellow and drop into the rotten mouth of death. Here in these confines slyly have I lurked to watch the waning of mine enemies. A dire induction am I witness to, and will to France, hoping the consequence will prove as bitter, black, and tragical

withdraw thee wretched margaret who comes here retires enter queen elizabeth and the duchess of york my poor princes ah my tender babes

Unblown flowers, new appearing sweets, If yet your gentle zoals fly in the air, And be not fixed in doom perpetual, Hover about me with your airy wings, And hear your mother's lamentation. Hover about her, say that right for right Hath dimmed your infant morn to aged night.

so many miseries have crazed my voice that my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute edward plantagenet why art thou dead plantagenet doth quit plantagenet edward for edward pays a dying debt wilt thou o god fly from such gentle lambs and throw them in the entrails of the wolf

When didst thou sleep when such a deed was done? When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal living ghost, woes seen, world's shame, graves due by life usurped, brief abstract and record of tedious days, rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth.

unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood sitting down ah that thou wouldst as soon afford a grave as thou canst yield a melancholy seat then would i hide my bones not rest them here

Ah, who have any cause to mourn but we? Sitting down by her, coming forward. If ancient sorrow be most reverent, give mine the benefit of scenery, and let my griefs frown on the upper hand. Sitting down with them. If sorrow can admit society, tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine. I had an Edward till a Richard killed him.

I had a Henry till a Richard killed him. Thou hadst an Edward till a Richard killed him. Thou hadst a Richard till a Richard killed him. I had a Richard too, and thou didst kill him. I had a Rutland too. Thou hopest to kill him. Thou hadst a Clarence too, and Richard killed him.

from forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept a hell-hound that doth hunt us all to death that dog that had his teeth before his eyes to worry lambs and lap their gentle blood

that foul defacer of god's handiwork that excellent grand tyrant of the earth that reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls thy womb let loose to chase us to our graves

O upright, just, and true-disposing God, how do I thank thee that this carnal cur preys on the issue of his mother's body, and makes her a pew-fellow with others moan? O Harry's wife, triumph not in my woes. God witness with me, I have wept for thine. Bear with me. I am hungry for revenge, and now I cloy me with beholding it.

thy edward he is dead that killed my edward the other edward dead to quit my edward young yorke he is but boot because both they match not the high perfection of my loss thy clarence he is dead that stabbed my edward

and the beholders of this frantic play the adulterate hastings rivers vorn grey untimely smothered in their dusky graves richard yet lives hell's black intelligence only reserved their factor to buy souls and send them thither

but at hand at hand ensues his piteous and unpitied end earth gapes hell burns fiends roar saints pray to have him suddenly conveyed from hence

Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray, that I may live to say the dog is dead. Though thou didst prophesy the time would come that I should wish for thee to help me curse that bottled spider, that foul bunch-backed toad. I called thee then vain flourish of my fortunes.

i called thee then poor shadow painted queen the presentation of but what i was the flattering index of a direful pageant one heaved high to be hurled down below a mother only mocked with two fair babes a dream of what thou wast a garish flag to be the aim of every dangerous shot

A sign of dignity, a breath, a bubble, a queen in jest only to fill the scene. Where is thy husband now? Where be thy brothers? Where be thy two sons? Wherein dost thou joy? Who soothes and kneels and says, God save the queen? Where be the bending peers that flattered thee? Where be the thronging troops that followed thee?

decline all this, and see what now thou art, for happy wife, a most distressed widow, for joyful mother, one that wails the name, for one being sued to one that humbly sues, for queen, a very caitiff crowned with care.

for she that scorned at me now scorned of me for she being feared of all now fearing one for she commanding all obeyed of none thus hath the course of justice wheeled about and left thee but a very prey to time having no more but thought of what thou wast to torture thee the more being what thou art

Thou didst usurp my place, and dost thou not usurp the just proportion of my sorrow? Now thy proud neck bears half my burdened yoke, from which even here I slip my weary head, and leave the burden of it all on thee. Farewell, York's wife and queen of sad mischance.

These English woes shall make me smile in France. O thou well-skilled in curses, stay a while, and teach me how to curse mine enemies. Forbear to sleep the night and fast the day. Compare dead happiness with living woe. Think that thy babes were sweeter than they were, and he that slew them fouler than he is.

Bettering thy loss makes the bad cause a worse.

revolving this will teach thee how to curse my words are dull oh quicken them with thine thy woes will make them sharp and pierce like mine exit why should calamity be full of words windy attorneys to their client woes airy succeders of intestate joys poor breathing orators of miseries let them have scope

Though what they do impart help nothing else, Yet do they ease the heart. If so, then be not tongue-tied, go with me, And in the breath of bitter words let smother My damned son that thy two sweet sons smother'd. I hear his drum, be copious and exclaims. Enter King Richard and his train, marching.

Who intercepts me in my expedition? O she that might have intercepted thee By strangling thee in her accursed womb From all the slaughter's wretch that thou hast done. Hidest thou that forehead with a golden crown Where should be branded if that right were right The slaughter of the prince that owed that crown And the dire death of my poor sons and brothers?

tell me thou villain slave where are my children thou toad thou toad where is thy brother clarence and little ned plantagenet his son where is the gentle rivers vaughan gray where is kind hastings a flourish trumpets

Strike alarum, drums! Let not the heavens hear These tell-tale women rail On the Lord's anointed. 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. Art thou my son?

I, I thank God, my father and yourself. Then patiently hear my impatience. Madam, I have a touch of your condition that cannot brook the accent of reproof. Oh, let me speak. Do then, but I'll not hear. I will be mild and gentle in my words. And brief, good mother, for I am in haste. Art thou so hasty?

I have staid for thee, God knows, in torment and in agony. And came I not at last to comfort you? No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it well. Thou cam'st 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 confirmíd, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody, More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred. What comfortable hour canst thou name That ever graced me with thy company? Faith none but Humphrey hour, That callíd your grace to breakfast once forth of my company.

If I be so disgracious in your eye, let me march on and not offend you, madam. Strike up the drum. I prithee hear me speak. You speak too bitterly. Hear me a word, for I shall never speak to thee again. So. Either thou wilt die by God's just ordinance, ere from this war thou turn a conqueror, or I with grief and extreme aid shall perish and never more behold thy face again.

"'Therefore take with thee my most grievous curse, which in the day of battle tire thee more than all the complete armour that thou wearest. My prayers on the adverse party fight. And there the little souls of Edward's children whisper the spirits of thine enemies, and promise them success and victory. Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end.'

shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend exit though far more cause yet much less spirit to curse abides in me i say amen to her going stay madam

I must talk a word with you. ELIZABETH. I have no more sons of the royal blood for thee to slaughter. For my daughters, Richard, they shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens, and therefore level not to hit their lives. RICHARD. You have a daughter called Elizabeth, virtuous and fair, royal and gracious? 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 unscarred of bleeding slaughter. I will confess she was not Edward's daughter.'

Wrong not her birth: she is of royal blood. To save her life I'll say she is not so. Her life is safest only in her birth. And only in that safety died her brothers. Lo, at their births good stars were opposite. No, to their lives bad friends were contrary. All unavoid is the doom of destiny. O true, when avoided grace makes destiny. My babes were destined to a fairer death if grace had blessed thee with a fairer life.

you speak as if that i had slain my cousins. Cousins indeed, and by their uncle-cousined of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life, whose hands soever lanced their tender hearts, thy head all indirectly gave direction. No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt till it was wetted 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 boy as till that my nails were anchored 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 phaedrus 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 by me were harmed

What good is covered with the face of heaven to be discovered that can do me good? Advancement of your children, gentle lady. Up to some scaffold there to lose their heads. Unto the dignity and height of honour, the high imperial type of this earth's glory. Flatter my sorrows with the port of it. Tell me, what state, what dignity, what honour canst thou demise to any child of mine? Even all I have.

I 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. Be brief, lest that the process of thy kindness last longer telling than thy kindness date. Then know that from my soul—

I love thy daughter. GERATO. O, my daughter's mother thinks it with her soul. LEON. What do you think? GERATO. That thou dost love my daughter from thy soul. So from thy soul's love didst thou love her brother's, and from my heart's love I do thank thee for it. LEON. Be not so hasty to confound my meaning. I mean that with my soul I love thy daughter, and do intend to make her

Queen of England. Well then, who dost thou mean shall be her king? Even he that makes her queen, who else should be? What, thou? I, even I. What think you of it, madam? Canst thou woo her? That would I learn of you, as one being best acquainted with her humour. And wilt thou learn of me? Madam, with all my heart.

Send to her, by the man that slew her brothers, a pair of bleeding hearts. Thereon engrave Edward and York. Then happily will she weep. Therefore present to her, as sometimes Margaret did to thy father steeped in Rutland's blood, a handkerchief, which, say to her, did drain the purple sap from her sweet brother's bodies, and bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal.

if this inducement move her not to love send her a letter of thy noble deeds tell her thou mad'st away her uncle clarence her uncle rivers ay and for her sake mad'st quick conveyance with her good aunt anne

you mock me madam this is not the way to win your daughter there is no other way unless thou couldst put on some other shape and not be richer that hath done all this say that i did all this for love of her nay then indeed she cannot choose but hate thee having bought love with such a bloody spoil

what is done cannot be now amended men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes which after hours gives leisure to repent if i did take the kingdom from your sons to make amends i'll give it to your daughter if i have killed 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 metal of your very blood of all 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 you shall be mother to a king and all the ruins of distressful times repaired 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 transformed 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 chastisíd The petty rebel dull-brained Buckingham, Bound with triumphant garlands will I come, And lead thy daughter to a conquerorís bed, To whom I will retail my conquest won, And she shall be sole victorious. Caesarís Caesar. What were I best to say? Her fatherís 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? Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. Which she shall purchase with still lasting war. Tell her the king that may command entreats. That at her hands which the king's king forbids.

Say she shall be a high and mighty queen. To wail the title as her mother doth. Say I will love her everlastingly. But how long shall that title ever last? Sweetly enforce unto her fair life's end. But how long fairly shall her sweet life last? As long as heaven and nature lengthens it. As long as hell and Richard likes of it.

say i her sovereign am her subject low but she your subject loath such sovereignty be eloquent in my behalf to her an honest tale speeds best being plainly told then plainly to her tell my loving tale plain and not honest is too harsh a style your reasons are too shallow and too quick

O no, my reasons are too deep and dead, Too deep and dead, poor infants in their graves. Harp not on that string, madam, that is past. Harp on it still shall I till heart-strings break. Now buy my George, my garter, and my crown. Profaned, dishonoured, and the third usurped. I swear. Buy nothing, for this is no oath.

thy george profaned hath lost his lordly honour thy garter blemish'd pawn'd his knightly vertue thy crown usurp'd disgrac'd his kingly glory if something thou wouldst swear to be believ'd swear then by something that thou hast not wrong'd

now by the world is full of thy foul wrongs my father's death thy life hath that dishonoured then by myself thy self is self misused why then by god god's wrong is most of all

If thou hadst feared to break an oath by him, the unity the king thy brother made had not been broken, nor my brother slain. If thou hadst feared to break an oath by him, the imperial metal circling now thy head had graced the tender temples of my child, and both the princes had been breathing here, which now to tender bedfellows for dust thy broken faith had made a prey for worms.

What canst thou swear by now? The time to come. That thou hast wronged in the time oí past, For I myself have many tears to wash here after time, For time past wronged by thee.

The children live whose fathers thou hast slaughtered, Ungovern'd youth to wail it in their age; The parents live whose children thou hast butcherd, Old barren plants to wail it with their age. Swear not by time to come, for that thou hast misused Ere used by times ill-used or past. 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 proceeding 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 thyself and thee herself the land 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 dear mother i must call you so be the attorney of my love

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 found in great designs shall i be tempted of the devil thus ay if the devil tempt you to do good shall i forget myself to be myself ay if your self's remembrance wrong your

yet thou didst kill my children lear but in your daughters womb i bury them where in that nest of spicery they shall breed selves of themselves to your reconforture marion shall i go win my daughter to thy will lear and be a happy mother by the deed marion i go write to me very shortly

and you shall understand from me her mind bear her my true love's kiss and so farewell kissing her exit queen elizabeth relenting fool and shallow changing woman enter redcliffe catesby following how now what news most mighty sovereign on the western coast rideth a puissant navy

To the shore thronged many doubtful, hollow-hearted friends, Unarmed and unresolved to be them back, This thought that Richmond is their admiral,

And there they hull, expecting but the aid Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore. Some lightfoot friend posed to the Duke of Norfolk. Ratcliffe, thyself, or Catespeare, where is he? Here, my good lord. Catespeare, fly to the Duke. I will, my lord, with all convenient haste. Ratcliffe, come hither. Post to Salisbury. When thou com'st thither— To Catespeare. Dull, unmindful villain, why stay'st thou here And go'st not to the Duke? First, mighty liege,

tell me your highness pleasure what from your grace i shall deliver to him oh true good catesby bid him levy straight the greatest strength and power that he can make and meet me suddenly at salisbury i go

exit what may it please you shall i do at salisbury why what wouldst thou do there before i go your highness told me i should post before my mind is changed stanley what news with you stanley none good my liege to please you with the hearing

but not so bad but well may be reported hoi dey a riddle neither good nor bad what need'st thou run so many miles about when thou mayst tell thy tale the nearest way once more what news richmond is on the seas they'll let him sink and be the seas on him white-livered runagate what doth he there i know not mighty sovereign but by guess

Well, as you guess. Stirred up by Dorset, Buckingham and Morton, he makes for England here to claim the crown. Is the chair empty?

is the sword unswayed is the king dead the empire unpossessed what heir of york is there alive but we and who is england's king but great york's heir then tell me what makes he upon the seas unless for that my liege i cannot guess 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 no mighty liege therefore mistrust me not where is thy power then to beat him back where be thy tenants and thy followers

Are they not now upon the western shore, Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships? No, my good lord, my friends are in the north. Cold friends to me! What do they in the north When they should serve their sovereign in the west? They have not been commanded, mighty king. Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave, I'll muster up my friends, and meet your grace Where and what time your majesty shall please. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to join with Richmond.

but I'll not trust thee. Most mighty sovereign, you have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful. I never was, nor never will be false. Go then, and muster men, but leave behind your son, George Stanley. Look your heart be firm, or else his head's assurance is but frail. So deal with him as I prove true to you. EXIT

Enter a messenger. My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire, as I by friends am well advertised.

Sir Edward Courtney and the haughty prelate, Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother, with many more confederates, are in arms. Enter a second messenger. In Kent, my liege, the Guilfords are in arms, and every hour more competitors flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong. Enter a third messenger. My lord, the army of Great Buckingham. Out on you, owls! Nothing but songs of death!

He strikes him. There, take thou that till thou bring better news. The news I have to tell, your majesty, is that by sudden floods and fall of waters Buckingham's army is dispersed and scattered, and he himself wandered away alone, no man knows whither. I cry you mercy. There is my purse to cure that blow of thine. Have any well-advised friend proclaimed reward to him that brings the traitor in? Such proclamation has been made, my liege.

enter forth messenger sir thomas lovell and lord marquis dorset tis said my liege in yorkshire are in arms but this good comfort bring i to your highness the bretagne navy is dispersed by tempest richmond in dorsetshire 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 hoist sail and made his course again for britain 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 re-enter catesby my liege the duke of buckingham is taken

That's the best news, that the Earl of Richmond is with a mighty power landed at Milford, is called her tidings, yet they must be told. A way towards Salisbury. While we reason here, a royal battle might be won and lost. Someone take order Buckingham be brought to Salisbury, the rest march on with me. Flourish, Exeunt. Scene 5. A Room in Lord Stanley's House.

"'And to Stanley and Sir Christopher Oswick.' "'Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me, that in the sty of the most deadly boar my son George Stanley is franked up in hold. If I revolt, off goes young George's head. The fear of that holds off my present aid. So get thee gone. Commend me to thy lord. Withal say that the queen hath heartily consented he should espouse Elizabeth her daughter.'

but tell me where is princely richmond now at penbroke or at harford west in wales what men of name resort to him sir walter herbert a renowned soldier sir gilbert talbot sir william stanley oxford redoubted penbroke sir james blunt and rice app thomas with a valiant crew

and many other of great name and worth and toward london do they bend their power if by the way they be not fought withal well hie thee to thy lord i kiss his hand my letter will resolve him of my mind farewell gives papers to sir christopher exeunt act five of richard the third by william shakespeare

Will not King Richard let me speak with him? No, my good lord.

therefore be patient hastings and edward's children gray and rivers holy king henry and thy fair son edward vaughan and all that have miscarried by underhand corrupted foul injustice if that your moody discontented souls do through the clouds behold this present hour even for revenge mock my destruction

this is all souls day fellow is it not it is my lord why then all souls day is my body's doomsday this is the day which in king edward's time i wished might fall on me when i was found false to his children and his wife's allies this is the day wherein i wish to fall by the false faith of him whom i most trusted

this this old soul's day to my fearful soul is the determined respite of my wrongs that high all seer which i dallied with hath turned my feigned prayer on my head and given in earnest what i begged in jest thus doth he force the swords of wicked men to turn their own points in their masters bosoms thus margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck

when he quoth she shall split thy heart with sorrow remember margaret was a prophetess come lead me officers to the block of shame wrong hath but wrong and blame the due of blame scene two plain near tamworth

Enter with drum and colors Richmond, Oxford, Sir James Blount, Sir Walter Herbert, and others, with forces marching. Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, Bruised underneath the yoke of tyranny, Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment, And here receive we from our father Stanley Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.

The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar that spoiled your summer fields and fruitful vines, swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough in your embelled bosoms, this foul swine lies now even in the centre of this isle, near to the town of Leicester, as we learn. From Tamworth thither is but one day's march.

in god's name cheerly on courageous friends to reap the harvest of perpetual peace by this one bloody trial of sharp war every man's conscience is a thousand swords to fight against that bloody homicide i doubt not but his friends will turn to us he hath no friends but what are friends for fear

Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. 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.

Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth Field. My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad? My heart is ten times lighter than my looks. My lord of Norfolk. Here most graciously, e'er. Norfolk, we must have knocks, eh? Must we not? We must both give and take, my loving lord. Up with my tent! Here will I lie to-night. Soldiers begin to set up the king's tent. But where to-morrow? Well, all's one for that.

Who hath descried the number of the traitors? Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. Why, our battalia trebles that account. Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength which they, upon the adverse faction, want. Up with the tent! Come, noble gentlemen, let us survey the vantage of the ground. Call for some men of sound direction. Let's lack no discipline, make no delay, for the lords, tomorrow is a busy day. Exeunt.

enter on the other side of the field richmond sir william brandon oxford and other lords some of the soldiers pitch richmond's tent the weary son hath made a golden set and by the bright tract of his fiery car gives token of a goodly day to-morrow sir william brandon you shall bear my standard

"'Give me some ink and paper in my tent. I'll draw the form and model of our battle, limit each leader to his several charge, and part in just proportion our small power. My Lord of Oxford, you, Sir William Brandon, and you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me. The Earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment. Good Captain Blunt, bear my good night to him, and by the second hour in the morning desire the Earl to see me in my tent.'

yet one thing more good captain do for me where is lord stanley quartered do you know unless i have mustained his colours much which well i am assured i have not done his regiment lies half a mile at least south from the mighty power of the king if without peril it be possible sweet blunt make some good means to speak with him and give him from me this most needful note upon my life my lord i'll undertake it

and so god give you quiet rest to-night good night good captain blunt come gentlemen let us consult upon to-morrow's business into my tent the air is raw and cold david drove into the tent enter to his tent king richard norfolk radcliffe and catesby what is the clock it's supper-time my lord it's six o'clock i will not sup to-night give me some ink and paper

what is my beaver easier than it was and all my arbour laid into my tent it is my liege and all things are in readiness good norfolk hie thee to thy charge use careful watch choose trusty sentinels i go my lord stir with the lark to-morrow gentle norfolk i warrant you my lord exit ratcliffe my lord send out a pursuant at arms to stanley's regiment bid him bring his power before sun-rising lest his son george fall into the blind cave of eternal night

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 radcliffe my lord saw'st thou the melancholy lord northumberland thomas of earl of surrey and himself

much about cock-shot time from troop to troop went through the army cheering up the soldiers 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 it is my lord bid my guard watch leave me ratcliffe about the mid of night come to my tent and help to arm me leave me i say

King Richard retires into his tent, Axiom Ratcliffe and Catesby. Richmond's tent opens, and discovers him and his officers, etc. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm. All comfort that the dark night can afford be to thy person, noble father-in-law. Tell me, how fares our loving mother? I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother, who prays continually for Richmond's good. So much for that.

the silent hours steal on and flaky darkness breaks within the east in brief for so the season bids us be prepare thy battle early in the morning and put thy fortune to the arbitrament of bloody strokes and mortal staring war i as i may that which i would i cannot with best advantage will deceive the time and aid thee in this doubtful stroke of arms

but on thy side i may not be too forward lest being seen thy brother tender george be executed in his father's sight farewell the leisure and the fearful time cuts off the ceremonious vows of love an ample interchange of sweet discourse which so long-sundered friends should dwell upon

god give us leisure for these rites of love once more adieu be valiant and speed well good lords conduct him to his regiment i'll strive with troubled thoughts to take a nap lest leaden slumber pies me down to-morrow when i should mount with wings of victory

Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen. Exeunt lords, etc., with Stanley. O thou whose captain I account myself, look on my forces with a gracious eye. Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, that they may crush down with a heavy fall the usurping helmets of our adversaries. Make us thy ministers of chastisement, that we may praise thee in thy victory.

to thee i do commend my watchful soul ere i let fall the windows of mine eyes sleeping and waking oh defend me still sleeps the ghost of prince edward son to henry the sixth rises between the two tents to king richard let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow think how thou stabbedst me in my prime of youth at tewkesbury

despair therefore and to richmond be cheerful richmond for the wronged souls of butchered princes fight in thy behalf king henry's issue richmond comforts thee the ghost of henry the sixth rises to king richard when i was mortal my anointed body by thee was punctured full of deadly holes think on the tower and me despair and die

harry the sixth bids thee despair and die de richmond virtuous and holy be thou conqueror harry the prophecy thou shouldst be king doth comfort thee in thy sleep live and flourish the ghost of clarence rises to king richard let me sit heavy in thy soul to-morrow i that was washed to death with fulsome wine poor clarence by thy guile betrayed to death

to-morrow in the battle think on me and fall thy edgeless sword despair and die to richmond thou offspring of the house of lancaster the wronged heirs of york to pray for thee good angels guard thy battle live and flourish the ghosts of rivers gray and wan rise to king richard let me sit heavy in thy soul to-morrow

rivers that died at pomfret despair and die think upon grey and let thy soul despair think upon vaughan and with guilty fear let fall thy lance despair and die to richmond awake and think our wrongs in richard's bosom we'll conquer him awake and win the day the ghost of hastings rises

to king richard bloody and guilty guiltily awake and in a bloody battle end thy days think on lord hastings despair and die to richmond quiet untroubled soul

Awake, awake! Arm, fight, and conquer for fair England's sake! The ghosts of the two young princes rise. To King Richard. Dream on thy cousins smothered in the tower. Let us be led within thy bosom, Richard, and weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death.

thy nephew's souls bid thee despair and die to richmond sleep richmond sleep in peace and wake in joy good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy live and beget a happy race of kings edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish the ghost of queen anne rises

To King Richard: "Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife, That never slept a quiet hour with thee, Now fills thy sleep with perturbations; To-morrow in the battle think on me, And for thy edgeless sword despair and die." To Richmond: "Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep, Dream of success and happy victory.

thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee the ghost of buckingham rises to king richard the first was i that helped thee to the crown the last was i that felt thy tyranny oh 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'd died for hope ere i could send thee aid but cheer thy heart and be thou not dismayed god and good angels fight on richmond's side and richard falls in height of all his pride the ghosts vanish king richard starts out of his dream give me another horse bite 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 oh 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 have a thousand several tongues and every tongue brings in a several tale and every tale condemns me for a villain perjury perjury in the highest degree murder stern murder in the direst degree all several sins all used in each degree thronged to the bar crying all guilty guilty i shall despair there is no creature loves me and if i die no soul will pity me

and wherefore should they since that i myself find in myself no pity to myself methought the souls of all that i had murdered came to my tent and every one did threat to-morrow's vengeance on the head of richard enter ratcliffe ratcliffe my lord who's there ratcliffe my lord tis i

The early village cock hath twice done salutation to the morn. Your friends are up and buckle on their armor. Oh, Ratcliffe, I have dreamed a fearful dream. What think'st thou? Will our friends prove all true? No doubt, my lord. Oh, Ratcliffe, I fear, I fear! Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows. 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 eavesdropper to see if any mean to shrink from me axiom king richard and ratcliffe

Richmond wakes, and to Oxford and others. Good morrow, Richmond. Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, that you have taken a tardy sluggard here. How have you slept, my lord? The sweetest sleep and fairest boating dreams that ever entered in a drowsy head have I since your departure had, my lords. Methought their souls, whose bodies Richard murdered, came to my tent and cried on victory—

"'I promise you, my heart is very jocund in the remembrance of so fair a dream. How far into the morning is it, lords?' "'Upon the stroke of four.' "'Why, then, tis time to arm and give direction.' He advances to the troops. "'More than I have said, loving countryman. The leisure and enforcement of the time forbids to dwell on. Yet remember this.'

god and our good cause fight upon our side the prayers of holy saints and wronged souls like high-reared bulwarks stand before our faces richard except those whom we fight against had rather have us win than him they follow

"'But what is he they follow? "'Truly, gentlemen, a bloody tyrant and a homicide. "'One raised in blood, and one in blood established. "'One that made means to come by what he hath "'and slaughtered those that were the means to help him. "'A base 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 higher

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 st george richmond and victory

Re-enter King Richard, Radcliffe, attendants and forces. What said Northumberland as touching Richmond? That he was never trained up in arms. He said the truth, and what said Surrey then? He smiled and said, the better for our purpose. He was in the right, and so indeed it is. Clock strikes. Tell the clock there, give me a calendar, who saw the sun today? Not I, my lord. 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 my lord 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 enter norfolk

arm arm my lord the foe vaunts in the field come bustle bustle caparison my horse call up lord stanley bid him bring his power i will leave forth my soldiers to the plain and thus my battle shall be ordered my forward 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 shall follow in the main battle whose puissance on either side shall be well winged with our chiefest horse this and saint george de boot what think'st thou norfolk a good direction warlike sovereign this found i on my tent this morning giving a scroll reads jockey of norfolk be not too bold for diccon thy master is bought and sold a thing divided by the enemy

Go, gentlemen, 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 it pell-mell; If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.

what shall i say more than i have inferred remember whom you are to cope with all 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 adventures and assured destruction

you sleeping safe they bring you to unrest you having lands and blest with beauteous wives they would restrain the one disdain the other and who doth lead them but a paltry fellow long kept in brittany at our mother's cost a milksop one

that never in his life felt so much cold as overshoes in snow. Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again, lash hence these overweening rags of France, these famished beggars weary of their lives, who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit for want of means, poor rats, had hanged themselves.

if we be conquered let men conquer us and not these bastard bretons whom our fathers have in their own land beaten bobbed and thumped and on record left them the heirs of shame shall these enjoy our lands lie with our wives ravish our daughters

I hear their drum. Drum afar off. Fight, gentlemen of England, fight, bold yeomen! 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? My lord, he doth deny to come. Hough with his son George's head! My lord, the enemy is past the marsh. After the battle let George Stanley die.

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. Exeunt. Scene 4. Another part of the field.

ALARUM. EXCURSIONS. Enter Norfolk and forces. To him Catesby. ALARUM. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk! Rescue! Rescue! The king enacts more wonders than a man, daring and 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. ALARUM. Enter King Richard. A horse!

A horse! My kingdom for a horse! Withdraw, my lord. I'll help you to a horse. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, and I will stand the hazard of the die. I think there be six rich men in the field. Five have I slain today instead of him. A horse! Kingdom for a horse! Exeunt.

scene five another part of the field alarums enter from opposite sides king richard and richmond and exeunt fighting retreat and flourish then re-enter richmond with stanley bearing the crown and divers other lords and forces god in your arms be praised victorious friends the day is ours the bloody dog is dead courageous richmond well hast thou acquit thee

lo here this long unsurped royalty from the dead temples of this bloody wretch have i plucked off to grace thy brows withal wear it enjoy it and make much of it great god of heaven say amen to all

"'But tell me, is young George Stanley living?' "'He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town. Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us.' "'What men of name are slain on either side?' "'John, Duke of Norfolk, Walter, Lord Ferrars, Sir Richard Breckenbury, and Sir William Brandon.' "'Inter their bodies as becomes their births. Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled that in submission will return to us.'

and then as we have taken the sacrament we will unite the white rose and the red smile heaven upon this fair conjunction that long have frowned upon their enmity what traitor hears me and says not amen england hath long been mad and scarred herself the brother blindly shed the brother's blood the father rashly slaughtered his own son the son compelled been butchered to the sire

all this divided york and lancaster divided in their dire division oh now let richmond and elizabeth the true succeders of each royal house by god's fair ordinance conjoin together and let their heirs god if i will be so enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace with smiling plenty and fair prosperous days

"'Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, that would reduce these bloody days again and make poor England weep in streams of blood. Let them not live to taste this land's increase, that would, with treason, wound this fair land's peace. Now civil wounds are stopped, peace lives again. That she may long live here, God say, Amen.'"

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