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Richard III
[I, 2] |
Lady Anne |
313 |
I would I were, to be revenged on thee.
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2 |
Richard III
[I, 2] |
Lady Anne |
330 |
Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake!
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3 |
Richard III
[I, 2] |
Lady Anne |
335 |
Would they were basilisks, to strike thee dead!
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4 |
Richard III
[I, 2] |
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester) |
336 |
I would they were, that I might die at once;
For now they kill me with a living death.
Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears,
Shamed their aspect with store of childish drops:
These eyes that never shed remorseful tear,
No, when my father York and Edward wept,
To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made
When black-faced Clifford shook his sword at him;
Nor when thy warlike father, like a child,
Told the sad story of my father's death,
And twenty times made pause to sob and weep,
That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks
Like trees bedash'd with rain: in that sad time
My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear;
And what these sorrows could not thence exhale,
Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping.
I never sued to friend nor enemy;
My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word;
But now thy beauty is proposed my fee,
My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak.
[She looks scornfully at him]
Teach not thy lips such scorn, for they were made
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,
Lo, here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword;
Which if thou please to hide in this true bosom.
And let the soul forth that adoreth thee,
I lay it naked to the deadly stroke,
And humbly beg the death upon my knee.
[He lays his breast open: she offers at it with his sword]
Nay, do not pause; for I did kill King Henry,
But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me.
Nay, now dispatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young Edward,
But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on.
[Here she lets fall the sword]
Take up the sword again, or take up me.
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5 |
Richard III
[I, 2] |
Lady Anne |
381 |
I would I knew thy heart.
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6 |
Richard III
[I, 2] |
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester) |
399 |
That it would please thee leave these sad designs
To him that hath more cause to be a mourner,
And presently repair to Crosby Place;
Where, after I have solemnly interr'd
At Chertsey monastery this noble king,
And wet his grave with my repentant tears,
I will with all expedient duty see you:
For divers unknown reasons. I beseech you,
Grant me this boon.
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7 |
Richard III
[I, 3] |
Queen Elizabeth |
465 |
If he were dead, what would betide of me?
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8 |
Richard III
[I, 3] |
Queen Elizabeth |
500 |
Would all were well! but that will never be
I fear our happiness is at the highest.
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9 |
Richard III
[I, 3] |
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester) |
516 |
To thee, that hast nor honesty nor grace.
When have I injured thee? when done thee wrong?
Or thee? or thee? or any of your faction?
A plague upon you all! His royal person,—
Whom God preserve better than you would wish!—
Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-while,
But you must trouble him with lewd complaints.
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10 |
Richard III
[I, 3] |
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester) |
601 |
To fight on Edward's party for the crown;
And for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd up.
I would to God my heart were flint, like Edward's;
Or Edward's soft and pitiful, like mine
I am too childish-foolish for this world.
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11 |
Richard III
[I, 3] |
Lord (Earl) Rivers |
717 |
Were you well served, you would be taught your duty.
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12 |
Richard III
[I, 4] |
George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence) |
835 |
O, I have pass'd a miserable night,
So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams,
That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
I would not spend another such a night,
Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days,
So full of dismal terror was the time!
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13 |
Richard III
[I, 4] |
George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence) |
869 |
Methought I had; and often did I strive
To yield the ghost: but still the envious flood
Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth
To seek the empty, vast and wandering air;
But smother'd it within my panting bulk,
Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.
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14 |
Richard III
[I, 4] |
George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence) |
899 |
O Brakenbury, I have done those things,
Which now bear evidence against my soul,
For Edward's sake; and see how he requites me!
O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee,
But thou wilt be avenged on my misdeeds,
Yet execute thy wrath in me alone,
O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!
I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me;
My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.
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15 |
Richard III
[I, 4] |
First Murderer |
921 |
I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs.
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16 |
Richard III
[I, 4] |
Second Murderer |
948 |
I pray thee, stay a while: I hope my holy humour
will change; 'twas wont to hold me but while one
would tell twenty.
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17 |
Richard III
[I, 4] |
Second Murderer |
976 |
Take the devil in thy mind, and relieve him not: he
would insinuate with thee but to make thee sigh.
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18 |
Richard III
[I, 4] |
George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence) |
1073 |
It cannot be; for when I parted with him,
He hugg'd me in his arms, and swore, with sobs,
That he would labour my delivery.
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19 |
Richard III
[I, 4] |
George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence) |
1088 |
Not to relent is beastly, savage, devilish.
Which of you, if you were a prince's son,
Being pent from liberty, as I am now,
if two such murderers as yourselves came to you,
Would not entreat for life?
My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks:
O, if thine eye be not a flatterer,
Come thou on my side, and entreat for me,
As you would beg, were you in my distress
A begging prince what beggar pities not?
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20 |
Richard III
[I, 4] |
Second Murderer |
1103 |
A bloody deed, and desperately dispatch'd!
How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands
Of this most grievous guilty murder done!
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