Speeches (Lines) for Duke of Buckingham
in "Richard III"

Total: 91

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1

I,3,478

Lord Grey. Here come the lords of Buckingham and Derby.

Duke of Buckingham. Good time of day unto your royal grace!


2

I,3,494

Queen Elizabeth. What likelihood of his amendment, lords?

Duke of Buckingham. Madam, good hope; his grace speaks cheerfully.


3

I,3,496

Queen Elizabeth. God grant him health! Did you confer with him?

Duke of Buckingham. Madam, we did: he desires to make atonement
Betwixt the Duke of Gloucester and your brothers,
And betwixt them and my lord chamberlain;
And sent to warn them to his royal presence.


4

I,3,651

Marquis of Dorset. No man but prophesied revenge for it.

Duke of Buckingham. Northumberland, then present, wept to see it.


5

I,3,740

Queen Margaret. And turns the sun to shade; alas! alas!
Witness my son, now in the shade of death;
Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath
Hath in eternal darkness folded up.
Your aery buildeth in our aery's nest.
O God, that seest it, do not suffer it!
As it was won with blood, lost be it so!

Duke of Buckingham. Have done! for shame, if not for charity.


6

I,3,746

Queen Margaret. Urge neither charity nor shame to me:
Uncharitably with me have you dealt,
And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd.
My charity is outrage, life my shame
And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage.

Duke of Buckingham. Have done, have done.


7

I,3,752

Queen Margaret. O princely Buckingham I'll kiss thy hand,
In sign of league and amity with thee:
Now fair befal thee and thy noble house!
Thy garments are not spotted with our blood,
Nor thou within the compass of my curse.

Duke of Buckingham. Nor no one here; for curses never pass
The lips of those that breathe them in the air.


8

I,3,763

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). What doth she say, my Lord of Buckingham?

Duke of Buckingham. Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.


9

II,1,1153

King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this league
With thy embracements to my wife's allies,
And make me happy in your unity.

Duke of Buckingham. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate
On you or yours,
[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 God,
When I am cold in zeal to yours.


10

II,1,1168

King Edward IV (Plantagenet). A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham,
is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.
There wanteth now our brother Gloucester here,
To make the perfect period of this peace.

Duke of Buckingham. And, in good time, here comes the noble duke.


11

II,1,1208

Queen Elizabeth. All seeing heaven, what a world is this!

Duke of Buckingham. Look I so pale, Lord Dorset, as the rest?


12

II,1,1268

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). This is the fruit of rashness! Mark'd you not
How that the guilty kindred of the queen
Look'd pale when they did hear of Clarence' death?
O, they did urge it still unto the king!
God will revenge it. But come, let us in,
To comfort Edward with our company.

Duke of Buckingham. We wait upon your grace.


13

II,2,1385

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). [Aside] Amen; and make me die a good old man!
That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing:
I marvel why her grace did leave it out.

Duke of Buckingham. You cloudy princes and heart-sorrowing peers,
That bear this mutual heavy 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-swoln hearts,
But lately splinter'd, knit, and join'd together,
Must gently be preserved, cherish'd, and kept:
Me seemeth good, that, with some little train,
Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fetch'd
Hither to London, to be crown'd our king.


14

II,2,1397

Lord (Earl) Rivers. Why with some little train, my Lord of Buckingham?

Duke of Buckingham. Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude,
The new-heal'd 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.


15

II,2,1420

(stage directions). [Exeunt all but BUCKINGHAM and GLOUCESTER]

Duke of Buckingham. My lord, whoever journeys to the Prince,
For God's sake, let not us two be behind;
For, by the way, I'll sort occasion,
As index to the story we late talk'd of,
To part the queen's proud kindred from the king.


16

III,1,1567

(stage directions). [The trumpets sound. Enter the young PRINCE EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, BUCKINGHAM, CARDINAL, CATESBY, and others]

Duke of Buckingham. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber.


17

III,1,1592

(stage directions). [Enter HASTINGS]

Duke of Buckingham. And, in good time, here comes the sweating lord.


18

III,1,1599

Lord Hastings. 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.

Duke of Buckingham. 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.


19

III,1,1612

Cardinal Bourchier. 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
To 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.

Duke of Buckingham. 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 claim'd 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 have I heard of sanctuary men;
But sanctuary children ne'er till now.


20

III,1,1639

Prince Edward. I do not like the Tower, of any place.
Did Julius Caesar build that place, my lord?

Duke of Buckingham. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place;
Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified.


21

III,1,1643

Prince Edward. Is it upon record, or else reported
Successively from age to age, he built it?

Duke of Buckingham. Upon record, my gracious lord.


22

III,1,1661

Prince Edward. 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,—

Duke of Buckingham. What, my gracious lord?


23

III,1,1667

(stage directions). [Enter young YORK, HASTINGS, and the CARDINAL]

Duke of Buckingham. Now, in good time, here comes the Duke of York.


24

III,1,1705

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester). 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.

Duke of Buckingham. 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.


25

III,1,1726

Prince Edward. An 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.
[A Sennet. Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER, BUCKINGHAM]
and CATESBY]

Duke of Buckingham. Think you, my lord, this little prating York
Was not incensed by his subtle mother
To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously?


26

III,1,1732

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). No doubt, no doubt; O, 'tis a parlous boy;
Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable
He is all the mother's, from the top to toe.

Duke of Buckingham. Well, let them rest. Come hither, Catesby.
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?


27

III,1,1742

Sir William Catesby. He for his father's sake so loves the prince,
That he will not be won to aught against him.

Duke of Buckingham. What think'st thou, then, of Stanley? what will he?


28

III,1,1744

Sir William Catesby. He will do all in all as Hastings doth.

Duke of Buckingham. Well, then, no more but this: go, gentle Catesby,
And, as it were far off sound thou Lord Hastings,
How doth he 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 show him all our reasons:
If he be leaden, icy-cold, unwilling,
Be thou so too; and so break off your talk,
And give us notice of his inclination:
For we to-morrow hold divided councils,
Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ'd.


29

III,1,1761

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Commend me to Lord William: tell him, Catesby,
His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries
To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle;
And bid my friend, for joy of this good news,
Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more.

Duke of Buckingham. Good Catesby, go, effect this business soundly.


30

III,1,1767

(stage directions). [Exit CATESBY]

Duke of Buckingham. Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we perceive
Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots?


31

III,1,1773

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Chop off his head, man; somewhat we will do:
And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me
The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables
Whereof the king my brother stood possess'd.

Duke of Buckingham. I'll claim that promise at your grace's hands.


32

III,2,1904

(stage directions). [Enter BUCKINGHAM]

Duke of Buckingham. What, talking with a priest, lord chamberlain?
Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest;
Your honour hath no shriving work in hand.


33

III,2,1910

Lord Hastings. Good faith, and when I met this holy man,
Those men you talk of came into my mind.
What, go you toward the Tower?

Duke of Buckingham. I do, my lord; but long I shall not stay
I shall return before your lordship thence.


34

III,2,1913

Lord Hastings. 'Tis like enough, for I stay dinner there.

Duke of Buckingham. [Aside] And supper too, although thou know'st it not.
Come, will you go?


35

III,4,1951

Lord Hastings. My lords, at once: the cause why we are met
Is, to determine of the coronation.
In God's name, speak: when is the royal day?

Duke of Buckingham. Are all things fitting for that royal time?


36

III,4,1954

John Morton. To-morrow, then, I judge a happy day.

Duke of Buckingham. Who knows the lord protector's mind herein?
Who is most inward with the royal duke?


37

III,4,1957

John Morton. Your grace, we think, should soonest know his mind.

Duke of Buckingham. Who, I, my lord I we know each other's faces,
But for our hearts, he knows no more of mine,
Than I of yours;
Nor I no more of his, than you of mine.
Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.


38

III,4,1975

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). My noble lords and cousins all, good morrow.
I have been long a sleeper; but, I hope,
My absence doth neglect no great designs,
Which by my presence might have been concluded.

Duke of Buckingham. Had not you come upon your cue, my lord
William Lord Hastings had pronounced your part,—
I mean, your voice,—for crowning of the king.


39

III,4,1995

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you.
[Drawing him aside]
Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business,
And finds the testy gentleman so hot,
As he will lose his head ere give consent
His master's son, as worshipful as he terms it,
Shall lose the royalty of England's throne.

Duke of Buckingham. Withdraw you hence, my lord, I'll follow you.


40

III,5,2073

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Come, cousin, canst thou quake, and change thy colour,
Murder thy breath in the middle of a word,
And then begin again, and stop again,
As if thou wert distraught and mad with terror?

Duke of Buckingham. 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?


41

III,5,2083

(stage directions). [Enter the Lord Mayor and CATESBY]

Duke of Buckingham. Lord mayor,—


42

III,5,2085

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Look to the drawbridge there!

Duke of Buckingham. Hark! a drum.


43

III,5,2087

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Catesby, o'erlook the walls.

Duke of Buckingham. Lord mayor, the reason we have sent—


44

III,5,2089

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Look back, defend thee, here are enemies.

Duke of Buckingham. God and our innocency defend and guard us!


45

III,5,2103

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). So dear I loved the man, that I must weep.
I took him for the plainest harmless creature
That breathed upon this earth a Christian;
Made him my book wherein my soul recorded
The history of all her secret thoughts:
So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue,
That, his apparent open guilt omitted,
I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife,
He lived from all attainder of suspect.

Duke of Buckingham. Well, well, he was the covert'st shelter'd traitor
That ever lived.
Would you imagine, or almost believe,
Were't not that, by great preservation,
We live to tell it you, the subtle traitor
This day had plotted, in the council-house
To murder me and my good Lord of Gloucester?


46

III,5,2139

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). And to that end we wish'd your lord-ship here,
To avoid the carping censures of the world.

Duke of Buckingham. But since you come too late of our intents,
Yet witness what you hear we did intend:
And so, my good lord mayor, we bid farewell.


47

III,5,2166

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Go, after, after, cousin Buckingham.
The mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all post:
There, at your meet'st 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 to their servants, daughters, wives,
Even where his lustful eye or savage heart,
Without control, listed to make his prey.
Nay, for a need, thus far come near my person:
Tell them, when that my mother went with child
Of that unsatiate Edward, noble York
My princely father then had wars in France
And, by just 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:
But touch this sparingly, as 'twere far off,
Because you know, my lord, my mother lives.

Duke of Buckingham. Fear 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.


48

III,5,2172

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). If you thrive well, bring them to Baynard's Castle;
Where you shall find me well accompanied
With reverend fathers and well-learned bishops.

Duke of Buckingham. I go: and towards three or four o'clock
Look for the news that the Guildhall affords.


49

III,7,2203

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). How now, my lord, what say the citizens?

Duke of Buckingham. Now, by the holy mother of our Lord,
The citizens are mum and speak not a word.


50

III,7,2206

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's children?

Duke of Buckingham. 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,
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 dicipline in war, wisdom in peace,
Your bounty, virtue, fair humility:
Indeed, left nothing fitting for the purpose
Untouch'd, or slightly handled, in discourse
And when mine oratory grew to an end
I bid them that did love their country's good
Cry 'God save Richard, England's royal king!'


51

III,7,2225

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Ah! and did they so?

Duke of Buckingham. No, so God help me, they spake not a word;
But, like dumb statues or breathing stones,
Gazed each on other, and look'd deadly pale.
Which when I saw, I reprehended them;
And ask'd the mayor what meant this wilful silence:
His answer was, the people were not wont
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 inferr'd;'
But nothing spake in warrant from himself.
When he had done, some followers of mine own,
At the lower end of the hall, hurl'd 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 loving shout
Argues your wisdoms and your love to Richard:'
And even here brake off, and came away.


52

III,7,2244

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). What tongueless blocks were they! would not they speak?

Duke of Buckingham. No, by my troth, my lord.


53

III,7,2246

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Will not the mayor then and his brethren come?

Duke of Buckingham. 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 betwixt two churchmen, good my lord;
For on that ground I'll build a holy descant:
And be not easily won to our request:
Play the maid's part, still answer nay, and take it.


54

III,7,2256

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). I go; and if you plead as well for them
As I can say nay to thee for myself,
No doubt well bring it to a happy issue.

Duke of Buckingham. Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor knocks.
[Exit GLOUCESTER]
[Enter the Lord Mayor and Citizens]
Welcome my lord; I dance attendance here;
I think the duke will not be spoke withal.
[Enter CATESBY]
Here comes his servant: how now, Catesby,
What says he?


55

III,7,2270

Sir William Catesby. My lord: he doth entreat your grace;
To visit him to-morrow or next day:
He is within, with two right reverend fathers,
Divinely bent to meditation;
And no worldly suit would he be moved,
To draw him from his holy exercise.

Duke of Buckingham. Return, good Catesby, to thy lord again;
Tell him, myself, the mayor and citizens,
In deep designs and matters of great moment,
No less importing than our general good,
Are come to have some conference with his grace.


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III,7,2277

(stage directions). [Exit]

Duke of Buckingham. Ah, ha, 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 courtezans,
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 gracious prince
Take on himself the sovereignty thereof:
But, sure, I fear, we shall ne'er win him to it.


57

III,7,2288

Lord Mayor of London. Marry, God forbid his grace should say us nay!

Duke of Buckingham. I fear he will.
[Re-enter CATESBY]
How now, Catesby, what says your lord?


58

III,7,2296

Sir William Catesby. My lord,
He wonders to what end you have assembled
Such troops of citizens to speak with him,
His grace not being warn'd thereof before:
My lord, he fears you mean no good to him.

Duke of Buckingham. Sorry I am my noble cousin should
Suspect me, that I mean no good to him:
By heaven, I come in perfect love to him;
And so once more return and tell his grace.
[Exit CATESBY]
When holy and devout religious men
Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence,
So sweet is zealous contemplation.
[Enter GLOUCESTER aloft, between two Bishops.]
CATESBY returns]


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III,7,2307

Lord Mayor of London. See, where he stands between two clergymen!

Duke of Buckingham. 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 ears to our request;
And pardon us the interruption
Of thy devotion and right Christian zeal.


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III,7,2320

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). My lord, there needs no such apology:
I rather do beseech you pardon me,
Who, earnest in the service of my God,
Neglect the visitation of my friends.
But, leaving this, what is your grace's pleasure?

Duke of Buckingham. Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God above,
And all good men of this ungovern'd isle.


61

III,7,2325

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). I do suspect I have done some offence
That seems disgracious in the city's eyes,
And that you come to reprehend my ignorance.

Duke of Buckingham. You have, my lord: would it might please your grace,
At our entreaties, to amend that fault!


62

III,7,2328

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Else wherefore breathe I in a Christian land?

Duke of Buckingham. Then know, it is your fault that you resign
The supreme seat, the throne majestical,
The scepter'd 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,
This noble isle doth want her proper limbs;
Her face defaced with scars of infamy,
Her royal stock graft with ignoble plants,
And almost shoulder'd in the swallowing gulf
Of blind forgetfulness and dark oblivion.
Which to recure, 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 suit come I to move your grace.


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III,7,2385

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). I know not whether to depart in silence,
Or bitterly to speak in your reproof.
Best fitteth my degree or your condition
If not to answer, you might haply 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 season'd with your faithful love to me.
Then, on the other side, I cheque'd 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 my ripe revenue and due by birth
Yet so much is my poverty of spirit,
So mighty and so many my defects,
As I had 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 smother'd.
But, God be thank'd, there's no need of me,
And much I need to help you, if need were;
The royal tree hath left us royal fruit,
Which, mellow'd 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 what you would lay on me,
The right and fortune of his happy stars;
Which God defend that I should wring from him!

Duke of Buckingham. 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 too, but not by Edward's wife;
For first he was contract to Lady Lucy—
Your mother lives a witness to that vow—
And afterward by substitute betroth'd
To Bona, sister to the King of France.
These both put by a poor petitioner,
A care-crazed mother of a many children,
A beauty-waning and distressed widow,
Even in the afternoon of her best days,
Made prize and purchase of his lustful eye,
Seduced the pitch and height of all his thoughts
To base declension and loathed bigamy
By her, in his unlawful bed, he got
This Edward, whom our manners term 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 proffer'd benefit of dignity;
If non to bless us and the land withal,
Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry
From the corruption of abusing times,
Unto a lineal true-derived course.


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III,7,2413

Lord Mayor of London. Do, good my lord, your citizens entreat you.

Duke of Buckingham. Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd love.


65

III,7,2419

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Alas, why would you heap these 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.

Duke of Buckingham. 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 kin,
And egally indeed to all estates,—
Yet whether 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: 'zounds! I'll entreat no more.


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Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). In saying so, you shall but say the truth.

Duke of Buckingham. Then I salute you with this kingly title:
Long live Richard, England's royal king!


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Lord Mayor of London. [with citizens] Amen.

Duke of Buckingham. To-morrow will it please you to be crown'd?


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Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Even when you please, since you will have it so.

Duke of Buckingham. To-morrow, then, we will attend your grace:
And so most joyfully we take our leave.


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Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Stand all apart Cousin of Buckingham!

Duke of Buckingham. My gracious sovereign?


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

Duke of Buckingham. Still live they and for ever may they last!


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

Duke of Buckingham. Say on, my loving lord.


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Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be king,

Duke of Buckingham. Why, so you are, my thrice renowned liege.


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Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Ha! am I king? 'tis so: but Edward lives.

Duke of Buckingham. True, noble prince.


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

Duke of Buckingham. Your grace may do your pleasure.


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

Duke of Buckingham. Give me some breath, some little pause, my lord
Before I positively herein:
I will resolve your grace immediately.


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(stage directions). [Re-enter BUCKINGHAM]

Duke of Buckingham. My Lord, I have consider'd in my mind. The late demand that you did sound me in.


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Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Well, let that pass. Dorset is fled to Richmond.

Duke of Buckingham. I hear that news, my lord.


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Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Stanley, he is your wife's son well, look to it.

Duke of Buckingham. My lord, I claim your gift, my due by promise,
For which your honour and your faith is pawn'd;
The earldom of Hereford and the moveables
The which you promised I should possess.


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Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey
Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it.

Duke of Buckingham. What says your highness to my just demand?


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Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). As I remember, Henry the Sixth
Did prophesy that Richmond should be king,
When Richmond was a little peevish boy.
A king, perhaps, perhaps,—

Duke of Buckingham. My lord!


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

Duke of Buckingham. My lord, your promise for the earldom,—


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

Duke of Buckingham. My Lord!


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Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Ay, what's o'clock?

Duke of Buckingham. I am thus bold to put your grace in mind
Of what you promised me.


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Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Well, but what's o'clock?

Duke of Buckingham. Upon the stroke of ten.


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Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Well, let it strike.

Duke of Buckingham. Why let it strike?


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

Duke of Buckingham. Why, then resolve me whether you will or no.


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(stage directions). [Exeunt all but BUCKINGHAM]

Duke of Buckingham. Is it even so? rewards he my true service
With such deep contempt made I him king for this?
O, let me think on Hastings, and be gone
To Brecknock, while my fearful head is on!


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(stage directions). [Enter the Sheriff, and BUCKINGHAM, with halberds, led to execution]

Duke of Buckingham. Will not King Richard let me speak with him?


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Sheriff of Wiltshire. No, my good lord; therefore be patient.

Duke of Buckingham. Hastings, and Edward's children, Rivers, Grey,
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, fellows, is it not?


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Sheriff of Wiltshire. It is, my lord.

Duke of Buckingham. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday.
This is the day that, in King Edward's time,
I wish't might fall on me, when I was found
False to his children or his wife's allies
This is the day wherein I wish'd to fall
By the false faith of him I trusted most;
This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul
Is the determined respite of my wrongs:
That high All-Seer that I dallied with
Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my head
And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest.
Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men
To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms:
Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon my head;
'When he,' quoth she, 'shall split thy heart with sorrow,
Remember Margaret was a prophetess.'
Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame;
Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.


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(stage directions). [Enter the Ghost of BUCKINGHAM]

Duke of Buckingham. [To KING RICHARD III]
The last was I that helped thee to the crown;
The last was I that felt thy tyranny:
O, in the battle think on Buckingham,
And die in terror of thy guiltiness!
Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death:
Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath!
[To RICHMOND]
I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid:
But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd:
God and good angel fight on Richmond's side;
And Richard falls in height of all his pride.


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