I hate it, and desire all good men's love. And still, as you are weary of the weight. That thou dost love my daughter from thy soul: So from thy soul's love didst thou love her brothers; And from my heart's love I do thank thee for it. Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty. Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. He dreamt to-night the boar had razed his helm: Besides, he says there are two councils held; which may make you and him to rue at the other. No marvel, my lord, though it affrighted you; I promise, I am afraid to hear you tell it. Yea, and much better blood than his or thine. Where is my lord protector? My lord, good morrow; good morrow, Catesby: Was it more precious to me than 'tis now: Think you, but that I know our state secure. Their woes are parcell'd, mine are general. In thy foul throat thou liest: Queen Margaret saw. Lord hastings was to her for his delivery? God pardon them that are the cause of it! The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death? Ay, millstones; as be lesson'd us to weep. give me a cup of wine. Good angels guard thy battle! The king hath straitly charged the contrary. As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems. Would tempt unto a close exploit of death? To thee, that hast nor honesty nor grace. Out of my sight! What good is cover'd with the face of heaven. Who prays continually for Richmond's good: So much for that. Take that, and that: if all this will not do. Now, in good time, here comes the Duke of York. And dallies with the wind and scorns the sun. Than Buckingham and his rash-levied army. It has 12 deaths. But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on. This uncertainty over royal succession is an important context for Shakespeare’s play, and is a reminder that history plays are always as much about the times in which they are written as they are about the times in which they are set. From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done! Did Julius Caesar build that place, my lord? To bar my master's heirs in true descent. Is in the field, and still his power increaseth. Have I since your departure had, my lords. And the most merciless that e'er was heard of! God hold it, to your honour's good content! I, as I may--that which I would I cannot,--. By your patience. Let me march on, and not offend your grace. Is with a mighty power landed at Milford. How now! Are come to have some conference with his grace. What news, what news, in this our tottering state? They have not been commanded, mighty sovereign: I'll muster up my friends, and meet your grace. Come, Grey, come, Vaughan, let us all embrace: And take our leave, until we meet in heaven. Let it go; there's few or none will entertain it. To take our brother Clarence to your grace. My brother slew no man; his fault was thought, Kneel'd at my feet, and bade me be advised. If to have done the thing you gave in charge. Her husband, knave: wouldst thou betray me? Ay, brother, to our grief, as it is yours: Too late he died that might have kept that title. More direful hap betide that hated wretch. I lay unto the grievous charge of others. In Shakespeare After All, Garber points out that "Shakespeare's Richard III is arguably the first fully realized and psychologically conceived character in his plays." He called others to die for him without ever dying for them. What, will you go unto the Tower, my lord? dost thou mean the crown? Thy woes will make them sharp, and pierce like mine. Live each of you the subjects to his hate. The worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul! 'Thanks, gentle citizens and friends,' quoth I; Argues your wisdoms and your love to Richard:'. I suspect that Shakespeare meant his audience to recognise, in the play’s Richard III character, Robert Cecil, William’s son – and that in the 1590s they would very clearly have done so. Is, that by sudden floods and fall of waters. Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother: Then bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy blame. Go, by this token: rise, and lend thine ear: And I will love thee, and prefer thee too. In Richard III, Shakespeare outdid himself by deepening his study of stigma, Richard becoming both a perverse narcissist who takes pleasure in the image of his own deformity and a physiognomic revisionist who tries to transform the very meaning of that deformity. despair, and die! And cheer his grace with quick and merry words. Which here we waken to our country's good. I think there's never a man in Christendom. Whose humble means match not his haughty mind: And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing. When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his hands. With such deep contempt made I him king for this? His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy. Why with some little train, my Lord of Buckingham? Another street. Then be your eyes the witness of this ill: And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey. Richard III study guide contains a biography of William Shakespeare, literature essays, a complete e-text, quiz questions, major themes, characters, and a full summary and analysis. Tell them how Edward put to death a citizen. There wanteth now our brother Gloucester here. All for our vantage. Her husband, knave: wouldst thou betray me? I beseech you. Suddenly courted by Richard at the height of her grief, she is taken off her guard but finds herself unable to resist his performance as a lover. After the various battles and power struggles documented in the three Henry VI plays, this ‘winter of discontent’ has given way to a ‘glorious summer’ with Edward, of the royal house of York, ruling securely as King of England. Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may. Gramercy, fellow: there, drink that for me. He manipulates Edward into imprisoning their brother, Clarence, and then has Clarence murdered in the Tower. Once more, adieu: be valiant, and speed well! Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard. I'll draw the form and model of our battle. Whereof the king my brother stood possess'd. I doubt not but his friends will fly to us. Until your lordship came to see his death; Which now the loving haste of these our friends. I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap. To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle. O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children! My sovereign liege, I do beseech your majesty. That can less hide his love or hate than he; For by his face straight shall you know his heart. 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. Yet that, by you deposed, you quake like rebels? My Lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory. With thy embracements to my wife's allies, Doth cherish you and yours, God punish me. To whom in all this presence speaks your grace? First, madam, I entreat true peace of you. La pièce met très librement e… Thou hadst but power over his mortal body. Tell them that God bids us do good for evil: With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. And there the little souls of Edward's children. Which by my presence might have been concluded. Truly, the souls of men are full of dread: Before the times of change, still is it so: By a divine instinct men's minds mistrust. Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle cozen'd. Do through the clouds behold this present hour. Good morrow to my sovereign king and queen: And, princely peers, a happy time of day! Which in your outward actions shows itself. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. Buckingham's army is dispersed and scatter'd; There is my purse to cure that blow of thine. Say, uncle Gloucester, if our brother come. Dorset, embrace him; Hastings, love lord marquess. Shakespeare portrays Richard as a hunchback (even though the real Richard III wasn't) and everyone in the play makes a big deal out of his physical appearance. Then, grandam, you conclude that he is dead. A horse! Or earth, gape open wide and eat him quick, As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood. Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar, saints pray. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky. Unless for that he comes to be your liege. After he once fell in with Mistress Shore. I am their fathers mother; I will see them. Who, I, my lord I we know each other's faces. with all my heart. Then, on the other side, I cheque'd my friends. Featuring a specially commissioned new biography of William Shakespeare, it is a must for Shakespeare enthusiasts and newcomers alike. Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen! Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days; Think that thy babes were fairer than they were. Old wither'd plants, to wail it with their age. and so falls it out, With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and so 'twill do, With some men else, who think themselves as safe, As thou and I; who, as thou know'st, are dear. Look for the news that the Guildhall affords. Tellest thou me of 'ifs'? My good lords both, with all the heed I may. Meantime, God grants that we have need of you: Your brother is imprison'd by your means, Held in contempt; whilst many fair promotions. The late demand that you did sound me in. Where in that nest of spicery they shall breed. But you have all the vantage of her wrong. Lo, at their births good stars were opposite. Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Gloucester? Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd hag! Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty! But you have power in me as in a kinsman. Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. Thou art sworn as deeply to effect what we intend. Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick; And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me. Say, she shall be a high and mighty queen. I would to God my heart were flint, like Edward's; I am too childish-foolish for this world. Thy Edward he is dead, that stabb'd my Edward: Thy other Edward dead, to quit my Edward; Young York he is but boot, because both they. Dabbled in blood; and he squeak'd out aloud. To leave this keen encounter of our wits. The first that there did greet my stranger soul. Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, And here receive we from our father Stanley. And let their heirs, God, if thy will be so. Poor Clarence did forsake his father, Warwick; Yea, and forswore himself,--which Jesu pardon!--. For which your honour and your faith is pawn'd; The earldom of Hereford and the moveables, Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey. O, what cause have I. Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen. The anonymous play The True Tragedy of Richard III (c. 1590), performed in the same decade as Shakespeare's work, was probably an influence on Shakespeare. To-morrow, then, we will attend your grace: Farewell, good cousin; farewell, gentle friends. He marries Queen Elizabeth, the widow of King Edward IV, uniting the houses of Lancaster and York under the new House of Tudor. Duck with French nods and apish courtesy. They include Richard II, Henry IV Parts I and II, Henry V, Henry VI Parts I, II and III and Richard III. Thou sing'st sweet music. I shall return before your lordship thence. Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm. And with a virtuous vizard hide foul guile! Madest quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne. Act 1, Scene 3: The palace. Another street. why, who knows not so? March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell. Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men. Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors; If you do free your children from the sword. Say that the king, which may command, entreats. I must be married to my brother's daughter. What, do you tremble? Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say; Until the duke take order for his burial: For this will out, and here I must not stay. Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since. The play is set across England in the run-up to the reign of King Richard III and is littered with quotes from characters that resonate in the common consciousness to this day.