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# RICHARD III

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RICHARD III

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[Mournful music]

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## DUCHESS OF YORK:
Daughter, well met.

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## LADY ANNE:
God give your graces both

A happy and a joyful time of day!

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
As much to you, good sister! Whither away?

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## LADY ANNE:
No farther than the Tower; and, as I guess,

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Upon the like devotion as yourselves,

To gratulate the gentle princes there.

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Kind sister, thanks: we'll enter all together.

And, in good time, here the lieutenant is.

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Master lieutenant, pray you, by your leave,

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How doth the prince, and my young son of York?

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## BRAKENBURY:
Right well, dear madam. By your patience,

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I may not allow you to visit them;

The king hath straitly charged the contrary.

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
The king! why, who's that?

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## BRAKENBURY:
I cry you mercy: I mean the lord protector.

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
The Lord protect him from that kingly title!

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Hath he set bounds betwixt their love and me?

I am their mother; who should keep me from them?

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## DUCHESS OF YORK:
I am their fathers mother; I will see them.

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## LADY ANNE:
Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother:

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Then bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy blame

And take thy office from thee, on my peril.

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## BRAKENBURY:
No, madam, no; I may not leave it so:

I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me.

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## STANLEY:
Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence,

And I'll salute your grace of York as mother,

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And reverend looker on, of two fair queens.

Come, madam, you must straight to Westminster,

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There to be crowned Richard's royal queen.

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
O, cut my lace in sunder, that my pent heart

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May have some scope to beat, or else I swoon

With this dead-killing news!

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## LADY ANNE:
Despiteful tidings! O unpleasing news!

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## DORSET:
Be of good cheer, mother: how fares your grace?

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
O Dorset, speak not to me, get thee hence!

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If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas,

And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell

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Go, hie thee, hie thee from this slaughter-house,

Lest thou increase the number of the dead;

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And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse,

Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen.

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## STANLEY:
Full of wise care is this your counsel, madam.

Take all the swift advantage of the hours;

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You shall have letters from me to my son

To meet you on the way, and welcome you.

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Come, madam, come; I in all haste was sent.

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## LADY ANNE:
And I in all unwillingness will go.

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Anointed let me be with deadly venom,

And die, ere men can say, God save the queen!

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory

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## LADY ANNE:
No! why? When he that is my husband now

Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse,

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When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his hands

Which issued from my other angel husband

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And that dead saint which then I weeping follow'd;

O, when, I say, I look'd on Richard's face,

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This was my wish: 'Be thou,' quoth I, ' accursed,

For making me, so young, so old a widow!

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And, when thou wed'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed;

And be thy wife--if any be so mad--

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As miserable by the life of thee

As thou hast made me by my dear lord's death!

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Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again,

I am proved the subject of my own soul's curse,

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Which ever since hath kept my eyes from rest;

For never yet one hour in his bed

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Have I enjoy'd the golden dew of sleep,

But have been waked by his timorous dreams.

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Poor heart, adieu! I pity thy complaining.

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## LADY ANNE:
No more than from my soul I mourn for yours.

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## DUCHESS OF YORK:
Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune guide thee!

Go thou to Richard, and good angels guard thee!

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Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts possess thee!

I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me!

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Stay, yet look back with me unto the Tower.

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Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes

Whom envy hath immured within your walls!

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Rough cradle for such little pretty ones!

Rude ragged nurse, old sullen playfellow

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For tender princes, use my babies well!

So foolish sorrow bids your stones farewell.

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[Drumming]

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[Guitar plays]

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[Regal trumpet fanfare]

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[Clapping]

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## KING RICHARD III:
Cousin of Buckingham!

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## BUCKINGHAM:
My gracious sovereign?

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## KING RICHARD III:
Give me thy hand.

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Thus high, by thy advice

And thy assistance, is King Richard seated;

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But shall we wear these honours for a day?

Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?

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## BUCKINGHAM:
Still live they and for ever may they last!

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## KING RICHARD III:
O Buckingham, now do I play the touch,

To try if thou be current gold indeed

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Young Edward lives: think now what I would say.

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## BUCKINGHAM:
Say on, my loving lord.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be king,

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## BUCKINGHAM:
Why, so you are, my thrice renowned liege.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Ha! am I king? But young prince Edward lives.

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## BUCKINGHAM:
Your grace may do your pleasure.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Cousin, thou wert not wont to be so dull:

Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead;

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And I would have it suddenly perform'd.

What sayest thou? speak suddenly; be brief.

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## BUCKINGHAM:
Give me some breath, some little pause, my lord

Before I positively herein:

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I will resolve your grace immediately.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Ratcliffe!

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## RATCLIFFE:
My lord?

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## KING RICHARD III:
Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold

Would tempt unto a close exploit of death?

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## RATCLIFFE:
My lord, I know a discontented gentleman,

Whose humble means match not his haughty mind:

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Gold were as good as twenty orators,

And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing.

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## KING RICHARD III:
What is his name?

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## RATCLIFFE:
His name, my lord, is Lovell.

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## KING RICHARD III:
I partly know the man: go, call him hither.

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The deep-revolving witty Buckingham

No more shall be the neighbour to my counsel:

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Hath he so long held out with me untired,

And stops he now for breath?

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How now! what news with you?

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## STANLEY:
My lord, I hear the Marquis Dorset's fled

To Richmond, in those parts beyond the sea

Where he abides.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Catesby!

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## CATESBY:
My lord?

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## KING RICHARD III:
Rumour it abroad

That Anne, my wife, is sick and like to die:

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I must be married to my brother's daughter,

Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glass.

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Murder her brothers, and then marry her!

Uncertain way of gain! But I am in

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So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin:

Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.

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## LOVELL:
Your most obedient subject.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Art thou, indeed?

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## LOVELL:
Prove me, my gracious sovereign.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Darest thou resolve to kill a friend of mine?

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## LOVELL:
For you my lord;

I had rather kill two enemies.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Why, there thou hast it: two deep enemies,

Foes to my rest and my sweet sleep's disturbers

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Are they that I would have thee deal upon:

Lovell, I mean those bastards in the Tower.

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## LOVELL:
Let me have open means to come to them,

And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Thou sing'st sweet music. Hark, come hither, Lovell

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Go, by this token: say it is done,

And I will love thee, and prefer thee too.

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## LOVELL:
'Tis done, my gracious lord.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Shall we hear from thee, Lovell, ere we sleep?

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## LOVELL:
Ye shall, my Lord.

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## BUCKINGHAM:
My Lord, I have consider'd in my mind

The late demand that you did sound me in.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Well, let that pass. Dorset is fled to Richmond.

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## BUCKINGHAM:
I hear that news, my lord.

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My lord, I claim your gift, my due by promise,

For which your honour and your faith is pawn'd;

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The earldom of Hereford and the moveables

The which you promised I should possess.

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What says your highness to my just demand?

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## KING RICHARD III:
As I remember, Henry the Sixth

Did prophesy that Richmond should be king,

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When Richmond was a little peevish boy.

A king, perhaps, perhaps,--

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## BUCKINGHAM:
My lord!

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## KING RICHARD III:
How chance the prophet could not at that time

Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him?

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## BUCKINGHAM:
My lord, your promise for the earldom,--

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## KING RICHARD III:
Ay, what's o'clock?

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## BUCKINGHAM:
I am thus bold to put your grace in mind

Of what you promised me.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Well, but what's o'clock?

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## BUCKINGHAM:
Upon the stroke of ten.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Well, let it strike.

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## BUCKINGHAM:
Why let it strike?

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## KING RICHARD III:
Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st the stroke

Betwixt thy begging and my meditation.

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I am not in the giving vein to-day.

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## BUCKINGHAM:
Why, then resolve me whether you will or no.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Tut, tut,

Thou troublest me; am not in the vein.

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## BUCKINGHAM:
Is it even so? rewards he my true service

With such deep contempt made I him king for this?

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O, let me think on Hastings, and be gone

To Brecknock, while my fearful head is on!

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[Drumming]

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## LOVELL:
The tyrannous and bloody deed is done.

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The most arch deed of piteous massacre

That ever yet this land was guilty of.

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Thus both are gone with conscience and remorse;

And now he comes, the bloody king.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Kind Lovell, am I happy in thy news?

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## LOVELL:
If to have done the thing you gave in charge

Beget your happiness, be happy then,

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For it is done, my lord.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Come to me, Lovell, soon at after supper,

And thou shalt tell the process of their death.

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Meantime, but think how I may do thee good,

And be inheritor of thy desire.

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Farewell till soon.

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The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom,

And Anne my wife hath bid the world good night.

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Now, for I know the Breton Richmond aims

His sights at Elizabeth’s maiden daughter,

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And, by that knot, looks proudly o'er the crown,

To her I go, a jolly thriving wooer.

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## CATESBY:
My lord!

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## KING RICHARD III:
Good news or bad, that thou comest in so bluntly?

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## CATESBY:
Bad news, my lord: Ely is fled to Richmond;

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And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welshmen,

Is in the field, and still his power increaseth.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Come, I have heard that fearful commenting

Is leaden servitor to dull delay;

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Come, muster men: my counsel is my shield;

We must be brief when traitors brave the field.

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[Mournful music and drumming]

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## QUEEN MARGARET:
So, now prosperity begins to mellow

And drop into the rotten mouth of death.

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A dire induction am I witness to,

And will to France, hoping the consequence

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Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical.

Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret:

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[Wailing cries offstage]

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## QUEEN MARARET:
Who comes here?

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Ah, my young princes! ah, my tender babes!

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If yet your gentle souls fly in the air

Hover about me with your airy wings

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And hear your mother's lamentation!

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Wilt thou, O God, fly from such gentle lambs,

And throw them in the entrails of the wolf?

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When didst thou sleep when such a deed was done?

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## DUCHESS OF YORK:
Blind sight, dead life, poor mortal living ghost,

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Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth,

Unlawfully made drunk with innocents' blood!

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
O, who hath any cause to mourn but I?

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## QUEEN MARGARET:
If ancient sorrow be most reverend,

Give mine the benefit of seniory,

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Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine:

I had an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him;

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I had a Harry, till a Richard kill'd him:

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Thou hadst an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him;

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Thou hadst a Richard, till a Richard killed him;

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Thou hadst a Clarence too, and Richard kill'd him.

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From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept

A hell-hound that doth hunt us all to death:

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O upright, just, and true-disposing God,

How do I thank thee, that this carnal cur

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Preys on the issue of his mother's body,

And the beholders of this tragic play,

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The adulterate Hastings, Rivers, Grey,

Untimely smother'd in their dusky graves.

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Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer,

Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray,

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That one may live to say, the dog is dead!

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
O, thou didst prophesy the time would come

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That I should wish for thee to help me curse

That bottled spider, that foul bunch-back'd toad!

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## QUEEN MARGARET:
I call'd thee then vain flourish of my fortune;

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Where is thy husband now? where be thy brothers?

Where are thy children? wherein dost thou, joy?

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Who sues to thee and cries 'God save the queen'?

Where be the bending peers that flatter'd thee?

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Where be the thronging troops that follow'd thee?

Decline all this, and see what now thou art:

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For happy wife, a most distressed widow;

For joyful mother, one that wails the name;

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For queen, a very cowrd crown'd with care;

For one being sued to, one that humbly sues;

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For one that scorn'd at me, now scorn'd of me;

For one being fear'd of all, now fearing one;

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For one commanding all, obey'd of none.

Thus hath the course of justice wheel'd about,

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And left thee but a very prey to time;

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
O thou well skill'd in curses, stay awhile,

And teach me how to curse mine enemies!

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## QUEEN MARGARET:
Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days;

Compare dead happiness with living woe;

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Think that thy babes were fairer than they were,

And he that slew them fouler than he is:

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Bettering thy loss makes the bad causer worse:

Revolving this will teach thee how to curse.

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
My words are dull; O, quicken them with thine!

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## QUEEN MARGARET:
Thy woes will make them sharp, and pierce like mine.

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## DUCHESS OF YORK:
Why should calamity be full of words?

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Poor breathing orators of miseries!

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Let them have scope: though what they do impart

Help not all, yet do they ease the heart.

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## DUCHESS OF YORK:
If so, then be not tongue-tied: go with me.

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And in the breath of bitter words let's smother

My damned son, which thy two sweet sons smother'd.

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I hear his drum: be copious in exclaims.

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[Drumming]

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## KING RICHARD III:
Who intercepts me?

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## DUCHESS OF YORK:
O, she that might have intercepted thee,

By strangling thee in her accursed womb

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From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done!

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Hidest thou that forehead with a golden crown,

Where should be graven, if that right were right,

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The slaughter of the prince that owed that crown,

And the dire death of my two sons and brothers?

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Tell me, thou villain slave, where are my children?

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## DUCHESS OF YORK:
Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brother Clarence?

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Where is kind Hastings, Rivers, Grey?

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## DUCHESS OF YORK:
Art thou my son?

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## KING RICHARD III:
Ay, I thank God, my father, and yourself.

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## DUCHESS OF YORK:
O, then let me speak!

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## KING RICHARD III:
Be brief, good mother; for I am in haste.

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## DUCHESS OF YORK:
Art thou so hasty? I have stay'd for thee,

God knows, in anguish, pain and agony.

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## KING RICHARD III:
And came I not at last to comfort you?

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## DUCHESS OF YORK:
No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it well,

Thou camest on earth to make the earth my hell.

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A grievous burthen was thy birth to me;

Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy;

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Thy school-days frightful, desperate, wild, and furious,

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Thy prime of manhood daring, bold, and venturous,

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Thy age confirm'd, proud, subdued, bloody,

treacherous,

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More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred:

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What comfortable hour canst thou name,

That ever graced me in thy company?

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## KING RICHARD III:
Faith, none, but If I be so disgracious in your sight,

Let me march on, and not offend your grace.

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## DUCHESS OF YORK:
I prithee, hear me speak.

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## KING RICHARD III:
You speak too bitterly.

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## DUCHESS OF YORK:
Hear me a word;

For I shall never speak to thee again.

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## KING RICHARD III:
So.

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## DUCHESS OF YORK:
Either thou wilt die, by God's just ordinance,

Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror,

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Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish

And never look upon thy face again.

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Therefore take with thee my most heavy curse;

My prayers on the adverse party fight;

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And there the little souls of Edward's children

Whisper the spirits of thine enemies

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And promise them success and victory.

Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;

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Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Though far more cause, yet much less spirit to curse abides in me; I say amen to all.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Stay, madam; I must speak a word with you.

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
I have no more sons of the royal blood

For thee to murder:

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for my daughters, Richard,

They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens;

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## KING RICHARD III:
You have a daughter call'd Elizabeth,

Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
And must she die for this? O, let her live,

And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty;

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I will confess she was not Edward's daughter.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Wrong not her birth, she is of royal blood.

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
To save her life, I'll say she is not so.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Her life is only safest in her birth.

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
And only in that safety died her brothers.

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## KING RICHARD III:
You speak as if that I had slain my nephews.

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Nephews, indeed; and by their uncle cozen'd

Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life.

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No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt

Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart,

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To revel in the entrails of my lambs.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Madam, I intend more good to you and yours,

Than ever you or yours were by me wrong'd!

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
What good that can do me good?

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## KING RICHARD III:
The advancement of your children, gentle lady.

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Up to some scaffold, there to lose their heads?

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## KING RICHARD III:
No, to the dignity and height of honour

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Be brief, lest that be process of thy kindness

Last longer telling than thy kindness' date.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Then know, that from my soul I love thy daughter.

And mean to make her queen of England.

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Say then, who dost thou mean shall be her king?

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## KING RICHARD III:
Even he that makes her queen who should be else?

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
What, thou?

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## KING RICHARD III:
I, even I: what think you of it, madam?

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
How canst thou woo her?

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## KING RICHARD III:
That would I learn of you,

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Send to her, by the man that slew her brothers,

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A pair of bleeding-hearts; thereon engrave

Edward and York; then haply she will weep:

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If this inducement force her not to love,

Send her a story of thy noble acts;

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Tell her thou madest away her uncle Clarence,

Her uncle Rivers; yea, and, for her sake,

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Madest quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Come, come, you mock me; this is not the way

To win your daughter.

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
There is no other way

Unless thou couldst put on some other shape,

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And not be Richard that hath done all this.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Look, what is done cannot be now amended:

Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes,

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If I did take the kingdom from your sons,

To make amends, Ill give it to your daughter.

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If I have kill'd the issue of your womb,

To quicken your increase, I will beget

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Mine issue of your blood upon your daughter

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Your children were vexation to your youth,

But mine shall be a comfort to your age.

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The loss you have is but a son being king,

And by that loss your daughter is made queen.

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And when this arm of mine hath chastised

The petty rebel, dull-brain'd Buckingham,

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Bound with triumphant garlands will I come

And lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed;

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
What were I best to say? her father's brother

Would be her lord? or shall I say, her uncle?

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Or, he that slew her brothers and her uncles?

Under what title shall I woo for thee?

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## KING RICHARD III:
Say, she shall be a high and mighty queen.

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
To wail the tide, as her mother doth.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Say, I will love her everlastingly.

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
But how long shall that title 'ever' last?

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## KING RICHARD III:
So long as heaven and nature lengthens it.

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
So long as hell and Richard likes of it..

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## KING RICHARD III:
Be eloquent in my behalf to her.

Now, by my George, my garter, and my crown,--

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Profaned, dishonour'd, and the third usurp'd.

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## KING RICHARD III:
I swear—

## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
By nothing; for this is no oath:

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The George, profaned, hath lost his holy honour;

The garter, blemish'd, pawn'd his knightly virtue;

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The crown, usurp'd, disgraced his kingly glory.

if something thou wilt swear to be believed,

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Swear then by something that thou hast not wrong'd.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Now, by the world—

## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
'Tis full of thy foul wrongs.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Then, by myself—

## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Thyself thyself misusest.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Why then, by God—

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
God's wrong is most of all.

What canst thou swear by now?

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## KING RICHARD III:
The time to come.

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Swear not by time to come; for that thou hast

Misused ere used, by time misused o'erpast.

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## KING RICHARD III:
As I intend to prosper and repent,

So thrive I in my dangerous attempt.

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In her consists my happiness and thine;

Without her, follows to this land and me,

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To thee, herself, and many a Christian soul,

Death, desolation, ruin and decay:

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It cannot be avoided but by this;

It will not be avoided but by this.

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Therefore, good mother,--I must call you so--

Plead what I will be, not what I have been;

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Shall I be tempted of the devil thus?

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## KING RICHARD III:
Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good.

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
But thou didst kill my children.

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## KING RICHARD III:
But in your daughter's womb I bury them:

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## QUEEN ELIZABETH:
Shall I go win my daughter to thy will?

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## KING RICHARD III:
And be a happy mother by the deed.

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Bear her my true love's kiss; and so, farewell.

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Relenting fool, and shallow, changing woman!

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How now! what news?

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## RATCLIFF:
My gracious sovereign, on the western coast

Rideth a puissant navy; to our shores.

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'Tis thought that Richmond is their admiral;

And there they hull, expecting but the aid

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Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Catesby; where is he?

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## CATESBY:
Here, my lord.

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## KING RICHARD III:
O, true, good Catesby:

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Meet me presently at Salisbury.

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## CATESBY:
I go.

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## KING RICHARD III:
How now, what news with you?

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## STANLEY:
Richmond is on the seas.

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## KING RICHARD III:
There let him sink, and be the seas on him!

What doth he there?

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## STANLEY:
I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Well, sir, as you guess, as you guess?

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## STANLEY:
He makes for England, there to claim the crown.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Is the king dead? the empire unpossess'd?

What heir of York is there alive but we?

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Then, tell me, what doth he upon the sea?

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## STANLEY:
Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear.

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## STANLEY:
No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust me not.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Ay, ay. thou wouldst be gone to join with Richmond:

I will not trust you, sir.

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## STANLEY:
Most mighty sovereign,

You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful:

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I never was nor never will be false.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Well, go muster men; but, hear you, leave behind

Your son, George: look your faith be firm.

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Or else his head's assurance is but frail.

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## STANLEY:
So deal with him as I prove true to you.

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## MESSENGER:
My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire,

Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate

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Bishop of Exeter, his brother there,

With many more confederates, are in arms.

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## MESSENGER:
My liege, in Kent the Guildfords are in arms;

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And every hour more competitors

Flock to their aid, and still their power increaseth.

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## MESSENGER:
My lord, the army of the Duke of Buckingham—

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## KING RICHARD III:
Out on you, owls! nothing but songs of death?

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Take that, until thou bring me better news.

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## MESSENGER:
The news I have to tell your majesty

Is, that by sudden floods and fall of waters,

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Buckingham's army is dispersed and scatter'd;

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## KING RICHARD III:
I cry thee mercy:

There is my purse to cure that blow of thine.

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## MESSENGER
Sir William Brandon and Lord Marquis Dorset,

'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms.

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Yet this good comfort bring I to your grace,

The Breton navy is dispersed by tempest:

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## KING RICHARD III:
March on, march on, since we are up in arms;

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If not to fight with foreign enemies,

Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.

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## RATCLIFFE:
My liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken;

That is the best news: that the Earl of Richmond

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Is with a mighty power landed at Milford,

Is colder tidings, yet they must be told.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Away towards Salisbury! while we reason here,

A royal battle might be won and lost

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## STANLEY:
Good servant, tell Richmond this from me:

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My son George is frank'd up in hold:

If I revolt, off goes young George's head;

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The fear of that withholds my present aid.

Return unto Richmond; commend me to him:

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Tell him the queen hath heartily consented

He shall marry Elizabeth her daughter.

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These letters will resolve him of my mind. Farewell.

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[Drumming]

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[Slow drum beat]

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## BUCKINGHAM:
Will not King Richard let me speak with him?

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## BRAKENBURY:
No, my good lord; therefore be patient.

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## BUCKINGHAM:
This is All-Souls' day, fellow, is it not?

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## BRAKENBURY:
It is, my lord.

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## BUCKINGHAM:
Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday.

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[Chuckles]

This is the day that, in King Edward's time,

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I wish't might fall on me, when I was found

False to his children or his wife's allies

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This is the day wherein I wish'd to fall

By the false faith of him I trusted most;

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This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul

Is the determined respite of my wrongs:

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That high All-Seer that I dallied with

Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my head

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And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest.

Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men

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To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms:

Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon my head;

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'When he,' quoth she, 'shall split thy heart with sorrow, remember Margaret was a prophetess.'

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Come, sir, convey me to the block of shame;

Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.

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[Drumming]

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[Trumpet fanfare]

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## RICHMOND:
Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends,

Bruised underneath the yoke of tyranny,

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The wretched, bloody, and usurping king,

Lies now even in the centre of this isle.

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In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends,

To reap the harvest of perpetual peace

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By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings:

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Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

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[Distant thunder]

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## KING RICHARD III:
Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth field.

My Lord Ratcliffe, why look you so sad?

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## RATCLIFFE:
My heart is ten times lighter than my looks.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Ratcliffe, we must have knocks; ha! must we not?

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## RATCLIFFE:
We must both give and take, my gracious lord.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Up with my tent there! here will I lie tonight;

But where to-morrow? Well, all's one for that.

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Who hath descried the number of the foe?

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## RATCLIFFE:
Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Why, our battalion trebles that account:

Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,

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Which they upon the adverse party want.

Let us survey the vantage of the field

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Let's want no discipline, make no delay,

For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day.

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[Distant thunder continues]

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## RICHMOND:
The weary sun hath made a golden set,

And by the bright track of his fiery car,

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Gives signal, of a goodly day to-morrow.

Yet one thing more, Dorset, before thou go'st,

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Where is Lord Stanley quarter'd, dost thou know?

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## DORSET:
Unless I have mista'en his colours much,

Which well I am assured I have not done,

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His regiment lies half a mile at least

South from the mighty power of the king.

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## RICHMOND:
If without peril it be possible,

Good Dorset, bear my good-night to him,

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And give him from me this most needful scroll.

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## DORSET:
Upon my life, my lord, I'll under-take it;

And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!

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## RICHMOND:
Come, Dorset, Let us consult upon to-morrow's business in to our tent; the air is raw and cold.

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[Rolling thunder]

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## KING RICHARD III:
What is't o'clock?

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## CATESBY:
It's supper-time, my lord;

It's nine o'clock.

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## KING RICHARD III:
I will not sup to-night.

Give me some ink and paper.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Catesby!

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## CATESBY:
My lord?

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## KING RICHARD III:
Send out a man at arms

To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power

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Before sunrising, lest his son George fall

Into the blind cave of eternal night.

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Ratcliff!

Give me a bowl of wine:

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I have not that alacrity of spirit,

Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.

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Set it down. Is ink and paper ready?

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## RATCLIFF:
It is, my lord.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Bid my guard watch; leave me.

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Ratcliff, about the mid of night come to my tent

And help to arm me. Leave me, I say.

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## STANLEY:
Fortune and victory sit on thy helm!

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## RICHMOND:
All comfort that the dark night can afford

Be to thy person, noble father-in-law!

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Tell me, how fares our loving mother?

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## STANLEY:
I, by attorney, bless thee from his mother

Who prays continually for Richmond's good:

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Prepare thy battle early in the morning,

And put thy fortune to the arbitrement

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Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war.

I, as I may--that which I would I cannot,--

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With best advantage will deceive the time,

And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms:

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But on thy side I may not be too forward

Lest, being seen, my dear son, tender George,

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Be executed in his father's sight.

Once more, adieu: be valiant, and speed well!

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## RICHMOND:
Good Dorset, conduct him to his regiment:

I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap,

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Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow,

When I should mount with wings of victory:

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Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen.

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## RICHMOND:
O Thou, whose captain I account myself,

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Look on my forces with a gracious eye;

Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,

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That they may crush down with a heavy fall

The usurping helmets of our adversaries!

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Make us thy ministers of chastisement,

That we may praise thee in the victory!

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To thee I do commend my watchful soul,

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Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes:

Sleeping and waking, O, defend me still!

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[Angry ghosts whisper]

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## CLARENCE:
[Gasping] Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!

Poor Clarence, by thy guile betrayed to death!

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To-morrow in the battle think on me,

And fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die!--

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Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster

The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee

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Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and flourish!

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## RIVERS:
Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow,

Rivers. That died at Pomfret! Despair, and die!

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## GREY:
Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair!

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## RIVERS:
Awake,

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## GREY:
And think our wrongs in Richard’s bosom

Will conquer him!

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## RIVERS:
Awake, and win the day!

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## YORK:
Dream on thy cousins smother’d in the Tower:

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## PRINCE EDWARD:
Let us be led within thy bosom, Richard,

And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death!

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## YORK:
Thy nephews’ souls bid thee despair and die!

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## PRINCE EDWARD:
Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy;

Good angels guard thee from the boar’s annoy!

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## YORK:
Live, and beget a happy race of kings!

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## YORK AND PRINCE EDWARD:
Edward’s unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.

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## LADY ANNE:
Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife,

That never slept a quiet hour with thee,

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Now fills thy sleep with perturbations

To-morrow in the battle think on me,

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And fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die!

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Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep

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Dream of success and happy victory!

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Thy adversary’s wife doth pray for thee.

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## BUCKINGHAM:
[Choking] The first was I that helped thee to the crown;

The last was I that felt thy tyranny:

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O, in the battle think on Buckingham,

And die in terror of thy guiltiness!

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Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death:

Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath!

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God and good angel fight on Richmond’s side;

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And Richard falls in height of all his pride.

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[Distant thunder]

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## KING RICHARD III:
Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.

Have mercy, Jesu!

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--Soft! I did but dream.

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O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!

The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight.

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Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,

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And every tongue brings in a several tale,

And every tale condemns me for a villain.

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Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree

Murder, stern murder, in the direst degree;

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All several sins, all used in each degree,

Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty!

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Guilty!

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I shall despair.

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There is no creature loves me;

And if I die, no soul shall pity me:

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Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself

Find in myself no pity to myself?

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Methought the souls of all that I had murder'd

Came to my tent; and every one did threat

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To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.

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## RATCLIFF:
My lord!

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## KING RICHARD III:
Who is there?

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## RATCLIFF:
Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I.

Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.

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## KING RICHARD III:
O Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream!

What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true?

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## RATCLIFF:
No doubt, my lord.

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## KING RICHARD III:
O Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,--

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## RATCLIFF:
Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows.

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## KING RICHARD III:
By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night

Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard

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Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers

It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;

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## DORSET:
Good morrow, Richmond!

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## RICHMOND:
Cry mercy, Dorset,

That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here.

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## DORSET:
How have you slept, my lord?

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## RICHMOND:
The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding dreams

That ever enter'd in a drowsy head.

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Methought their souls, whose bodies Richard murder'd,

Came to my tent, and cried on victory:

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I promise you, my soul is very jocund

In the remembrance of so fair a dream.

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How far into the morning is it, lords?

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## DORSET:
Upon the stroke of four.

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## RICHMOND:
Why, then 'tis time to arm and give direction.

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[Crowd noises]

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Remember this,

God and our good cause fight upon our side;

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The prayers of holy saints and wronged souls,

Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces;

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For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen,

A bloody tyrant and a homicide;

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One raised in blood, and one in blood establish'd;

One that made means to come by what he hath,

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And slaughter'd those that were the means to help him;

One that hath ever been God's enemy:

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Then, if you fight against God's enemy,

God will in justice ward you as his soldiers;

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Then, in the name of God and all these rights,

Advance your standards, draw your willing swords.

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For me, the ransom of my bold attempt

Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face;

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Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheerfully;

God and Saint George! Richmond and victory!

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[A hunting horn signals]
[Crowd cheers]

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## KING RICHARD III:
Who saw the sun to-day?

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## RATCLIFF:
Not I, my lord.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Then he disdains to shine; for by the book

He should have braved the east an hour ago

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A black day will it be to somebody. Ratcliff!

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## RATCLIFF:
My lord?

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## KING RICHARD III:
The sun will not be seen to-day;

The sky doth frown and lour upon our army.

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I would these dewy tears were from the ground.

Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power:

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[Crowd noises]

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What shall I say more than I have inferr'd?

Remember whom you are to cope withal;

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A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways,

A scum of Bretons, and base lackey peasants,

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And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow,

A milk-sop, one that never in his life

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Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow?

If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us,

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And not these bastard Bretons; whom our fathers

And in record, left them the heirs of shame.

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Shall these enjoy our lands?

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Lie with our wives?

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Ravish our daughters?

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[Snare drum march]

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Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yoemen!

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Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head!

Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood;

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[Crowd cheers]

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## KING RICHARD III:
What says Lord Stanley? will he bring his power?

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## RATCLIFF:
My lord, he doth deny to come.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Off with his son George's head!

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## RATCLIFF:
My lord, the enemy is past the marsh

After the battle let George Stanley die.

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## KING RICHARD III:
A thousand hearts are great within my bosom:

Advance our standards, set upon our foes

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Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,

Inspire us with the strength of fiery dragons!

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Upon them! victory sits on our helms.

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[Crowd roars]

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[Thunder clap]

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[Sounds of a raging battle]

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## CATESBY:
Rescue, my Lord Stanley, rescue, rescue!

The king enacts more wonders than a man,

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Daring an opposite to every danger:

His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,

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Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death.

Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!

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[Swords clanging]

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[Shouts and battle cries]

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## KING RICHARD III:
A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!

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## CATESBY:
Withdraw, my lord; I’ll help you to a horse.

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## KING RICHARD III:
Slave, I have set my life upon a cast,

And I will stand the hazard of the die:

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I think there be six Richmonds in the field;

Five have I slain to-day instead of him.

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A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!

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## RICHMOND:
Richard!

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[Screams and clashing metal]

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[Thunder clap]

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## STANLEY:
Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit thee.

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Lo, here, this long-usurped royalty

From the dead temples of this bloody wretch

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Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal:

Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it.

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## RICHMOND:
Great God of heaven, say Amen to all!

But, tell me, is young George living?

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## STANLEY:
He is, my lord, and safe.

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## RICHMOND:
Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled

That in submission will return to us:

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England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself;

The brother blindly shed the brother's blood,

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The father rashly slaughter'd his own son,

The son, compell'd, been butcher to the sire:

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[Crowd cheering]

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## ELIZABETH:
All this divided York and Lancaster,

Divided in their dire division,

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O, let Richmond and Elizabeth’s daughter,

The true succeeders of each royal house,

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By God's fair ordinance conjoin together!

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## RICHMOND:
And let their heirs, God, if thy will be so.

Enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace,

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With smiling plenty and fair prosperous days!

Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,

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That would reduce these bloody days again,

And make poor England weep in streams of blood!

---

Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again:

That she may long live here, God say amen!

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## SOLDIERS:
Amen!

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## RICHMOND:
God and your arms be praised, victorious friends,

The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead!

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[Crowd cheers]

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[“Magic Arrow” by Timbre Timbre plays]

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[Thrumming bass and percussion beat]

[Ominous guitar riff]

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♪ Mystic palm, gem and tarot ♪

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♪ A few escape your magic arrow ♪

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♪ I saw you reel them in for miles ♪

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♪ Each captivated crooked smile ♪

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♪ And you know you can heal them all ♪

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♪ Your double diamond disposition ♪

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♪ Refractions of your center prism ♪

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♪ Your magic arrow flies precision... ♪

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RICHARD III