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Richard III
[I, 2] |
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester) |
321 |
He lives that loves thee better than he could.
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2 |
Richard III
[I, 3] |
Queen Elizabeth |
470 |
Oh, he is young and his minority
Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloucester,
A man that loves not me, nor none of you.
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3 |
Richard III
[I, 3] |
Queen Elizabeth |
480 |
The Countess Richmond, good my Lord of Derby.
To your good prayers will scarcely say amen.
Yet, Derby, notwithstanding she's your wife,
And loves not me, be you, good lord, assured
I hate not you for her proud arrogance.
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4 |
Richard III
[I, 4] |
George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence) |
1060 |
O, no, he loves me, and he holds me dear:
Go you to him from me.
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5 |
Richard III
[III, 1] |
Sir William Catesby |
1740 |
He for his father's sake so loves the prince,
That he will not be won to aught against him.
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6 |
Richard III
[III, 4] |
Lord Hastings |
1962 |
I thank his grace, I know he loves me well;
But, for his purpose in the coronation.
I have not sounded him, nor he deliver'd
His gracious pleasure any way therein:
But you, my noble 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.
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7 |
Richard III
[III, 4] |
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester) |
1978 |
Than my Lord Hastings no man might be bolder;
His lordship knows me well, and loves me well.
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Richard III
[V, 3] |
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester) |
3679 |
Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.
Have mercy, Jesu!—Soft! I did but dream.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight.
Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.
What do I fear? myself? there's none else by:
Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am:
Then fly. What, from myself? Great reason why:
Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself?
Alack. I love myself. Wherefore? for any good
That I myself have done unto myself?
O, no! alas, I rather hate myself
For hateful deeds committed by myself!
I am a villain: yet I lie. I am not.
Fool, of thyself speak well: fool, do not flatter.
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree
Murder, stem murder, in the direst degree;
All several sins, all used in each degree,
Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty! guilty!
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me;
And if I die, no soul shall pity me:
Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself?
Methought the souls of all that I had murder'd
Came to my tent; and every one did threat
To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.
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