Speeches (Lines) for First Murderer
in "Richard III"

Total: 33

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# Act, Scene, Line
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Speech text

1

I,3,815

We are, my lord; and come to have the warrant
That we may be admitted where he is.

2

I,3,824

Tush!
Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate;
Talkers are no good doers: be assured
We come to use our hands and not our tongues.

3

I,3,831

We will, my noble lord.

4

I,4,919

Ho! who's here?

5

I,4,921

I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs.

6

I,4,933

Do so, it is a point of wisdom: fare you well.

7

I,4,936

No; then he will say 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes.

8

I,4,939

Why, then he will say we stabbed him sleeping.

9

I,4,942

What, art thou afraid?

10

I,4,945

I thought thou hadst been resolute.

11

I,4,947

Back to the Duke of Gloucester, tell him so.

12

I,4,951

How dost thou feel thyself now?

13

I,4,954

Remember our reward, when the deed is done.

14

I,4,956

Where is thy conscience now?

15

I,4,958

So when he opens his purse to give us our reward,
thy conscience flies out.

16

I,4,961

How if it come to thee again?

17

I,4,974

'Zounds, it is even now at my elbow, persuading me
not to kill the duke.

18

I,4,978

Tut, I am strong-framed, he cannot prevail with me,
I warrant thee.

19

I,4,982

Take him over the costard with the hilts of thy
sword, and then we will chop him in the malmsey-butt
in the next room.

20

I,4,986

Hark! he stirs: shall I strike?

21

I,4,1005

Offended us you have not, but the king.

22

I,4,1020

What we will do, we do upon command.

23

I,4,1032

And, like a traitor to the name of God,
Didst break that vow; and with thy treacherous blade
Unrip'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son.

24

I,4,1036

How canst thou urge God's dreadful law to us,
When thou hast broke it in so dear degree?

25

I,4,1047

Who made thee, then, a bloody minister,
When gallant-springing brave Plantagenet,
That princely novice, was struck dead by thee?

26

I,4,1051

Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy fault,
Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee.

27

I,4,1068

Ay, millstones; as be lesson'd us to weep.

28

I,4,1070

Right,
As snow in harvest. Thou deceivest thyself:
'Tis he that sent us hither now to slaughter thee.

29

I,4,1078

Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord.

30

I,4,1087

Relent! 'tis cowardly and womanish.

31

I,4,1099

Take that, and that: if all this will not do,
[Stabs him]
I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within.

32

I,4,1107

How now! what mean'st thou, that thou help'st me not?
By heavens, the duke shall know how slack thou art!

33

I,4,1113

So do not I: go, coward as thou art.
Now must I hide his body in some hole,
Until the duke take order for his burial:
And when I have my meed, I must away;
For this will out, and here I must not stay.

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