Speeches (Lines) for Richard III
|
||
| # | Act, Scene, Line (Click to see in context) |
Speech text |
1 |
Stand all apart Cousin of Buckingham! |
|
2 |
Give me thy hand.
|
|
3 |
O Buckingham, now do I play the touch,
|
|
4 |
Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be king, |
|
5 |
Ha! am I king? 'tis so: but Edward lives. |
|
6 |
O bitter consequence,
|
|
7 |
Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness freezeth:
|
|
8 |
I will converse with iron-witted fools
|
|
9 |
Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold
|
|
10 |
What is his name? |
|
11 |
I partly know the man: go, call him hither.
|
|
12 |
Catesby! |
|
13 |
Rumour it abroad
|
|
14 |
Art thou, indeed? |
|
15 |
Darest thou resolve to kill a friend of mine? |
|
16 |
Why, there thou hast it: two deep enemies,
|
|
17 |
Thou sing'st sweet music. Hark, come hither, Tyrrel
|
|
18 |
Shall we hear from thee, Tyrrel, ere we sleep? |
|
19 |
Well, let that pass. Dorset is fled to Richmond. |
|
20 |
Stanley, he is your wife's son well, look to it. |
|
21 |
Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey
|
|
22 |
As I remember, Henry the Sixth
|
|
23 |
How chance the prophet could not at that time
|
|
24 |
Richmond! When last I was at Exeter,
|
|
25 |
Ay, what's o'clock? |
|
26 |
Well, but what's o'clock? |
|
27 |
Well, let it strike. |
|
28 |
Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st the stroke
|
|
29 |
Tut, tut,
|
|
30 |
Kind Tyrrel, am I happy in thy news? |
|
31 |
But didst thou see them dead? |
|
32 |
And buried, gentle Tyrrel? |
|
33 |
Come to me, Tyrrel, soon at after supper,
|
|
34 |
Good news or bad, that thou comest in so bluntly? |
|
35 |
Ely with Richmond troubles me more near
|
|
36 |
Who intercepts my expedition? |
|
37 |
A flourish, trumpets! strike alarum, drums!
|
|
38 |
Ay, I thank God, my father, and yourself. |
|
39 |
Madam, I have a touch of your condition,
|
|
40 |
Do then: but I'll not hear. |
|
41 |
And brief, good mother; for I am in haste. |
|
42 |
And came I not at last to comfort you? |
|
43 |
Faith, none, but Humphrey Hour, that call'd
|
|
44 |
You speak too bitterly. |
|
45 |
So. |
|
46 |
Stay, madam; I must speak a word with you. |
|
47 |
You have a daughter call'd Elizabeth,
|
|
48 |
Wrong not her birth, she is of royal blood. |
|
49 |
Her life is only safest in her birth. |
|
50 |
Lo, at their births good stars were opposite. |
|
51 |
All unavoided is the doom of destiny. |
|
52 |
You speak as if that I had slain my cousins. |
|
53 |
Madam, so thrive I in my enterprise
|
|
54 |
The advancement of your children, gentle lady. |
|
55 |
No, to the dignity and height of honour
|
|
56 |
Even all I have; yea, and myself and all,
|
|
57 |
Then know, that from my soul I love thy daughter. |
|
58 |
What do you think? |
|
59 |
Be not so hasty to confound my meaning:
|
|
60 |
Even he that makes her queen who should be else? |
|
61 |
I, even I: what think you of it, madam? |
|
62 |
That would I learn of you,
|
|
63 |
Madam, with all my heart. |
|
64 |
Come, come, you mock me; this is not the way
|
|
65 |
Say that I did all this for love of her. |
|
66 |
Look, what is done cannot be now amended:
|
|
67 |
Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. |
|
68 |
Say that the king, which may command, entreats. |
|
69 |
Say, she shall be a high and mighty queen. |
|
70 |
Say, I will love her everlastingly. |
|
71 |
Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. |
|
72 |
So long as heaven and nature lengthens it. |
|
73 |
Say, I, her sovereign, am her subject love. |
|
74 |
Be eloquent in my behalf to her. |
|
75 |
Then in plain terms tell her my loving tale. |
|
76 |
Your reasons are too shallow and too quick. |
|
77 |
Harp not on that string, madam; that is past. |
|
78 |
Now, by my George, my garter, and my crown,— |
|
79 |
I swear— |
|
80 |
Now, by the world— |
|
81 |
My father's death— |
|
82 |
Then, by myself— |
|
83 |
Why then, by God— |
|
84 |
The time to come. |
|
85 |
As I intend to prosper and repent,
|
|
86 |
Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good. |
|
87 |
Ay, if yourself's remembrance wrong yourself. |
|
88 |
But in your daughter's womb I bury them:
|
|
89 |
And be a happy mother by the deed. |
|
90 |
Bear her my true love's kiss; and so, farewell.
|
|
91 |
Some light-foot friend post to the Duke of Norfolk:
|
|
92 |
Fly to the duke:
|
|
93 |
O, true, good Catesby: bid him levy straight
|
|
94 |
Why, what wouldst thou do there before I go? |
|
95 |
My mind is changed, sir, my mind is changed.
|
|
96 |
Hoyday, a riddle! neither good nor bad!
|
|
97 |
There let him sink, and be the seas on him!
|
|
98 |
Well, sir, as you guess, as you guess? |
|
99 |
Is the chair empty? is the sword unsway'd?
|
|
100 |
Unless for that he comes to be your liege,
|
|
101 |
Where is thy power, then, to beat him back?
|
|
102 |
Cold friends to Richard: what do they in the north,
|
|
103 |
Ay, ay. thou wouldst be gone to join with Richmond:
|
|
104 |
Well,
|
|
105 |
Out on you, owls! nothing but songs of death?
|
|
106 |
I cry thee mercy:
|
|
107 |
March on, march on, since we are up in arms;
|
|
108 |
Away towards Salisbury! while we reason here,
|
|
109 |
Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth field.
|
|
110 |
My Lord of Norfolk,— |
|
111 |
Norfolk, we must have knocks; ha! must we not? |
|
112 |
Up with my tent there! here will I lie tonight;
|
|
113 |
Why, our battalion trebles that account:
|
|
114 |
What is't o'clock? |
|
115 |
I will not sup to-night.
|
|
116 |
Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge;
|
|
117 |
Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk. |
|
118 |
Catesby! |
|
119 |
Send out a pursuivant at arms
|
|
120 |
Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland? |
|
121 |
So, I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine:
|
|
122 |
Bid my guard watch; leave me.
|
|
123 |
Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.
|
|
124 |
'Zounds! who is there? |
|
125 |
O Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream!
|
|
126 |
O Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,— |
|
127 |
By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
|
|
128 |
What said Northumberland as touching Richmond? |
|
129 |
He said the truth: and what said Surrey then? |
|
130 |
He was in the right; and so indeed it is.
|
|
131 |
Then he disdains to shine; for by the book
|
|
132 |
The sun will not be seen to-day;
|
|
133 |
Come, bustle, bustle; caparison my horse.
|
|
134 |
[Reads]
|
|
135 |
Off with his son George's head! |
|
136 |
A thousand hearts are great within my bosom:
|
|
137 |
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! |
|
138 |
Slave, I have set my life upon a cast,
|
|
Return to the "Richard III" menu
Plays
Sonnets
Poems
Concordance
Character Search
Advanced Search
About OSS