Speeches (Lines) for Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)
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Now is the winter of our discontent
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Upon what cause? |
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Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours;
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Why, this it is, when men are ruled by women:
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Humbly complaining to her deity
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Even so; an't please your worship, Brakenbury,
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Naught to do with mistress Shore! I tell thee, fellow,
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Her husband, knave: wouldst thou betray me? |
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We are the queen's abjects, and must obey.
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Well, your imprisonment shall not be long;
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Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return.
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As much unto my good lord chamberlain!
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No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too;
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What news abroad? |
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Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad indeed.
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Go you before, and I will follow you.
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Stay, you that bear the corse, and set it down. |
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Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul,
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Unmanner'd dog! stand thou, when I command:
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Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst. |
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Lady, you know no rules of charity,
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But I know none, and therefore am no beast. |
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More wonderful, when angels are so angry.
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Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have
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By such despair, I should accuse myself. |
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Say that I slew them not? |
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I did not kill your husband. |
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Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. |
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I was provoked by her slanderous tongue,
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I grant ye. |
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The fitter for the King of heaven, that hath him. |
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Let him thank me, that holp to send him thither;
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Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it. |
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Your bed-chamber. |
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So will it, madam till I lie with you. |
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I know so. But, gentle Lady Anne,
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Your beauty was the cause of that effect;
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These eyes could never endure sweet beauty's wreck;
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Curse not thyself, fair creature thou art both. |
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It is a quarrel most unnatural,
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He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband,
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He lives that loves thee better than he could. |
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Plantagenet. |
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The selfsame name, but one of better nature. |
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Here.
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Never came poison from so sweet a place. |
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Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. |
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I would they were, that I might die at once;
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Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. |
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Tush, that was in thy rage:
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'Tis figured in my tongue. |
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Then never man was true. |
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Say, then, my peace is made. |
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But shall I live in hope? |
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Vouchsafe to wear this ring. |
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Look, how this ring encompasseth finger.
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That it would please thee leave these sad designs
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Bid me farewell. |
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Sirs, take up the corse. |
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No, to White-Friars; there attend my coining.
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They do me wrong, and I will not endure it:
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To thee, that hast nor honesty nor grace.
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I cannot tell: the world is grown so bad,
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Meantime, God grants that we have need of you:
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You may deny that you were not the cause
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She may, Lord Rivers! why, who knows not so?
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What, marry, may she! marry with a king,
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What! threat you me with telling of the king?
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Ere you were queen, yea, or your husband king,
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In all which time you and your husband Grey
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Poor Clarence did forsake his father, Warwick;
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To fight on Edward's party for the crown;
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If I should be! I had rather be a pedlar:
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Foul wrinkled witch, what makest thou in my sight? |
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Wert thou not banished on pain of death? |
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The curse my noble father laid on thee,
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Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd hag! |
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Margaret. |
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Ha! |
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I cry thee mercy then, for I had thought
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'Tis done by me, and ends in 'Margaret.' |
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Good counsel, marry: learn it, learn it, marquess. |
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Yea, and much more: but I was born so high,
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What doth she say, my Lord of Buckingham? |
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I cannot blame her: by God's holy mother,
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But you have all the vantage of her wrong.
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So do I ever:
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I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl.
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Well thought upon; I have it here about me.
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Your eyes drop millstones, when fools' eyes drop tears:
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Good morrow to my sovereign king and queen:
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A blessed labour, my most sovereign liege:
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Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this
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But he, poor soul, by your first order died,
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This is the fruit of rashness! Mark'd you not
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Madam, have comfort: all of us have cause
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[Aside] Amen; and make me die a good old man!
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I hope the king made peace with all of us
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Then be it so; and go we to determine
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My other self, my counsel's consistory,
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Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sovereign
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Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years
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My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet you. |
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Where it seems best unto your royal self.
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[Aside] So wise so young, they say, do never
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I say, without characters, fame lives long.
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[Aside] Short summers lightly have a forward spring. |
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How fares our cousin, noble Lord of York? |
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He hath, my lord. |
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O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. |
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He may command me as my sovereign;
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My dagger, little cousin? with all my heart. |
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A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin. |
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A gentle cousin, were it light enough. |
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It is too heavy for your grace to wear. |
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What, would you have my weapon, little lord? |
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How? |
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My lord, will't please you pass along?
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Why, what should you fear? |
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Nor none that live, I hope. |
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No doubt, no doubt; O, 'tis a parlous boy;
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Commend me to Lord William: tell him, Catesby,
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Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep? |
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At Crosby Place, there shall you find us both. |
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Chop off his head, man; somewhat we will do:
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And look to have it yielded with all willingness.
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My noble lords and cousins all, good morrow.
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Than my Lord Hastings no man might be bolder;
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My lord of Ely! |
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When I was last in Holborn,
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Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you.
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I pray you all, tell me what they deserve
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Then be your eyes the witness of this ill:
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If I thou protector of this damned strumpet—
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Come, cousin, canst thou quake, and change thy colour,
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He is; and, see, he brings the mayor along. |
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Look to the drawbridge there! |
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Catesby, o'erlook the walls. |
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Look back, defend thee, here are enemies. |
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Be patient, they are friends, Ratcliff and Lovel. |
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So dear I loved the man, that I must weep.
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What, think You we are Turks or infidels?
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Yet had not we determined he should die,
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And to that end we wish'd your lord-ship here,
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Go, after, after, cousin Buckingham.
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If you thrive well, bring them to Baynard's Castle;
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Go, Lovel, with all speed to Doctor Shaw;
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How now, my lord, what say the citizens? |
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Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's children? |
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Ah! and did they so? |
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What tongueless blocks were they! would not they speak? |
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Will not the mayor then and his brethren come? |
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I go; and if you plead as well for them
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My lord, there needs no such apology:
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I do suspect I have done some offence
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Else wherefore breathe I in a Christian land? |
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I know not whether to depart in silence,
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Alas, why would you heap these cares on me?
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O, do not swear, my lord of Buckingham. |
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Would you enforce me to a world of care?
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In saying so, you shall but say the truth. |
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Even when you please, since you will have it so. |
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Come, let us to our holy task again.
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Stand all apart Cousin of Buckingham! |
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Give me thy hand.
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O Buckingham, now do I play the touch,
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Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be king, |
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Ha! am I king? 'tis so: but Edward lives. |
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O bitter consequence,
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Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness freezeth:
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I will converse with iron-witted fools
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Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold
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What is his name? |
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I partly know the man: go, call him hither.
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Catesby! |
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Rumour it abroad
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Art thou, indeed? |
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Darest thou resolve to kill a friend of mine? |
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Why, there thou hast it: two deep enemies,
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Thou sing'st sweet music. Hark, come hither, Tyrrel
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Shall we hear from thee, Tyrrel, ere we sleep? |
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Well, let that pass. Dorset is fled to Richmond. |
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Stanley, he is your wife's son well, look to it. |
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Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey
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As I remember, Henry the Sixth
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How chance the prophet could not at that time
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Richmond! When last I was at Exeter,
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Ay, what's o'clock? |
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Well, but what's o'clock? |
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Well, let it strike. |
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Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st the stroke
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Tut, tut,
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Kind Tyrrel, am I happy in thy news? |
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But didst thou see them dead? |
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And buried, gentle Tyrrel? |
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Come to me, Tyrrel, soon at after supper,
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Good news or bad, that thou comest in so bluntly? |
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Ely with Richmond troubles me more near
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Who intercepts my expedition? |
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A flourish, trumpets! strike alarum, drums!
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Ay, I thank God, my father, and yourself. |
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Madam, I have a touch of your condition,
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Do then: but I'll not hear. |
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And brief, good mother; for I am in haste. |
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And came I not at last to comfort you? |
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Faith, none, but Humphrey Hour, that call'd
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You speak too bitterly. |
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So. |
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Stay, madam; I must speak a word with you. |
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You have a daughter call'd Elizabeth,
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Wrong not her birth, she is of royal blood. |
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Her life is only safest in her birth. |
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Lo, at their births good stars were opposite. |
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All unavoided is the doom of destiny. |
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You speak as if that I had slain my cousins. |
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Madam, so thrive I in my enterprise
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The advancement of your children, gentle lady. |
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No, to the dignity and height of honour
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Even all I have; yea, and myself and all,
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Then know, that from my soul I love thy daughter. |
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What do you think? |
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Be not so hasty to confound my meaning:
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Even he that makes her queen who should be else? |
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I, even I: what think you of it, madam? |
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That would I learn of you,
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Madam, with all my heart. |
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Come, come, you mock me; this is not the way
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Say that I did all this for love of her. |
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Look, what is done cannot be now amended:
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Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. |
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Say that the king, which may command, entreats. |
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Say, she shall be a high and mighty queen. |
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Say, I will love her everlastingly. |
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Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. |
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So long as heaven and nature lengthens it. |
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Say, I, her sovereign, am her subject love. |
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Be eloquent in my behalf to her. |
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Then in plain terms tell her my loving tale. |
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Your reasons are too shallow and too quick. |
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Harp not on that string, madam; that is past. |
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Now, by my George, my garter, and my crown,— |
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I swear— |
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Now, by the world— |
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My father's death— |
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Then, by myself— |
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Why then, by God— |
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The time to come. |
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As I intend to prosper and repent,
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Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good. |
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Ay, if yourself's remembrance wrong yourself. |
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But in your daughter's womb I bury them:
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And be a happy mother by the deed. |
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Bear her my true love's kiss; and so, farewell.
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Some light-foot friend post to the Duke of Norfolk:
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Fly to the duke:
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O, true, good Catesby: bid him levy straight
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Why, what wouldst thou do there before I go? |
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My mind is changed, sir, my mind is changed.
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Hoyday, a riddle! neither good nor bad!
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There let him sink, and be the seas on him!
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Well, sir, as you guess, as you guess? |
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Is the chair empty? is the sword unsway'd?
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Unless for that he comes to be your liege,
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Where is thy power, then, to beat him back?
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Cold friends to Richard: what do they in the north,
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Ay, ay. thou wouldst be gone to join with Richmond:
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Well,
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Out on you, owls! nothing but songs of death?
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I cry thee mercy:
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March on, march on, since we are up in arms;
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Away towards Salisbury! while we reason here,
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Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth field.
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My Lord of Norfolk,— |
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Norfolk, we must have knocks; ha! must we not? |
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Up with my tent there! here will I lie tonight;
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Why, our battalion trebles that account:
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What is't o'clock? |
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I will not sup to-night.
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Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge;
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Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk. |
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Catesby! |
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Send out a pursuivant at arms
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Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland? |
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So, I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine:
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Bid my guard watch; leave me.
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Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.
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'Zounds! who is there? |
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O Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream!
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O Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,— |
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By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
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What said Northumberland as touching Richmond? |
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He said the truth: and what said Surrey then? |
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He was in the right; and so indeed it is.
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Then he disdains to shine; for by the book
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The sun will not be seen to-day;
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Come, bustle, bustle; caparison my horse.
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Off with his son George's head! |
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A thousand hearts are great within my bosom:
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A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! |
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Slave, I have set my life upon a cast,
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