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Richard III

Act 2, Scene 1

London. The palace.
 
[Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV sick, QUEEN ELIZABETH, DORSET, RIVERS, HASTINGS, BUCKINGHAM, GRAY, and others]
 
KING EDWARD IV
           ,    ,             ,    .   T    T     T
      Why so:| now have | I done | a good day's work.
            ,         ,       ,      ,        ,
      You peers,| contin|ue this | unit|ed league:
         ,      ,        ,        ,      ,
      I eve|ry day | expect | an em|bassage
            ,      ,        ,       ,         ,
      From my | Redee|mer, to | redeem | me hence.
           ,         ,          ,            ,          x
      And now | in peace | my soul | shall part | to heaven,
            ,         ,          ,           ,          ,
      Since I | have set | my friends | at peace | on earth.
       ,            ,         ,         ,          ,
      Dorset | and riv|ers, take | each oth|er's hand,
          ,       ,          ,         ,            ,
      Dissem|ble not | your hat|red, swear | your love.
 
RIVERS
            x          ,          ,            ,         ,
      By heaven,| my soul | is purged | from grud|ging hate
            ,         ,        ,     .   T     T      T
      And with | my hand | I seal | my true heart's love.
 
HASTINGS
       T    T   T     2   ,       ,           ,
      So thrive I,| as I tru|ly swear | the like.
 
KING EDWARD IV
             ,         ,      ,        ,           ,
      Take heed | you dal|ly not | before | your king,
            ,         ,            ,     ,         ,
      Lest^he | that is | the su/preme King | of kings
           ,           ,        ,     ,            ,
      Confound | your hid|den false|hood, and | award
       ,           ,        ,       ,         ,
      Either | of you | to be | the oth|er's end.
 
HASTINGS
          ,       ,            ,    ,         ,
      So pro|sper I,| as I / swear per|fect love.
 
RIVERS
          ,            ,   ,          ,         ,
      And I,| as I / love Ha|stings with | my heart.
 
KING EDWARD IV
       ,            ,         ,        ,           ,
      Madam,| yourself | are not | exempt | from this:
                  ,   ,         ,      ,         ,
      Nor your / son Dor|set, Buck|ingham | nor you;
       ,      2        ,          ,       ,         ,
      You have been | factious | one a|gainst the | other,
        T     T    T     ,            2      ,           ,
      Wife, love Lord | Hastings,| let him kiss | your hand,
            ,         ,    ,          ,      ,
      And what | you do,| do it | unfeign|edly.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
        ,    ,          2        ,        ,      ,
      There Has/tings, I will | never | more re|member
           ,       ,               ,   ,         ,
      Our form|er hat|red, so / thrive I,| and mine.
 
KING EDWARD IV
       ,              x       ,           T    T   T     ,   ->
      Dorset,| embrace him:
Hastings,| love lord mar||quess.
 
DORSET
              ,       ,          ,         ,         ,  ->
      This | inter|change of | love, I | here pro||test
         T   T   T           ,      ,   2  ,
      U|pon my part,| shall be | unvi||olable.
 
HASTINGS
                                                    ,    ___    _
                                               And so | swear | I.
 
KING EDWARD IV
      <- ___      ,          ,      T     T    T            ,
         Now || princely | Bucking|ham, seal thou | this league
            ,        ,          ,        ,       ,
      With thy | embrace|ments to | my wife's | allies,
            ,        ,      ,        ,    ,
      And make | me hap|py in | your u|nity.
 
BUCKINGHAM
          ,       ,      ,           ,          ,
      Whenev|er Buck|ingham | doth turn | his hate
        ,           ,                 ,   ,   2     ,
      Upon | your Grace,| but with / all du|teous love
            ,        ,          ,      ,   ,
      Doth che|rish you | and yours,| God pu/nish me
             ,         ,       ,    2     T    T    T
      With hate | in those | where I ex|pect most love,
           ,          ,      ,           ,         ,
      When I | have most | need to | employ | a friend,
            ,       ,       ,        ,        ,
      And most | assu|red that | he is | a friend,
       __     ,         ,    2            ,         ,
      Deep,| hollow,| treacherous,| and full | of guile,
          ,           ,    ,      2   ,          x
      Be he | unto / me: this | do I beg | of heaven,
           ,        ,         ,       ,          ,
      When I | am cold | in love, to you, | or yours.
 
KING EDWARD IV
          ,        ,           ,        ,      ,
      A pleas|ing cor|dial, prince|ly Buck|ingham.
           ,         ,     ,          ,       ,
      Is this | thy vow,| unto | my sick|ly heart:
             ,        ,         ,          ,          ,
      There wan|teth now | our broth|er Glouce|ster here,
           ,          ,       ,   2   ,          ,
      To make | the bles|sed per|iod of | this peace.
 
BUCKINGHAM
      ___   __    __     __    oo
      And | in | good | time,|
             ,           ,       ,          ,          ,
      Here comes | Sir Rich|ard Rat|cliff, and | the duke.
 
[Enter GLOUCESTER]
 
RICHARD
            ,       ,       ,   2       ,          ,
      Good mor|row to | my sov|ereign king | and queen
             ,        ,        ,       ,        ,
      And prince|ly peers,| a hap|py time | of day.
 
KING EDWARD IV
       ,          ,        ,          ,          ,
      Happy | indeed,| as we | have spent | the day:
         ,          ,          T    T    .  T     ,
      Gloucester,| we have | done deeds of char|ity,
             ,         ,    ,           ,         ,
      Made peace | of en|mity,| fair* love | of hate,
          ,             ,         ,       ,        ,
      Between | these swel|ling wrong-|incen|sed peers.
 
RICHARD
          ,       ,            ,    ,          ,
      A bles|sed lab|or my / most sove|reign lord:
         ,            ,        ,       ,      ,
      Among | this prince|ly heap,| if an|y here
           ,        ,      ,          ,          ,
      By false | intel|ligence,| or wrong | surmise
        ,    2     ,     2       ,      ,      3  3     ,
      Hold me a | foe: If I | unwil|lingly,| or in my rage,
             ,         ,        ,         ,        ,
      Have aught | commit|ted that | is hard|ly borne,
         ,     ,         ,         ,       ,
      To an|y in | this pres|ence, I | desire
          ,      ,        ,          ,        ,
      To rec|oncile | me to | his friend|ly peace:
             ,         ,       ,       ,    ,
      'Tis death | to me | to be | at en|mity:
            x              ,   ,      T    T     T
      I hate it,| and de/sire all | good men's love,
        ,    ,       2     T     T    T         ,
      First ma/dam, I en|treat true peace | of you,
        ,    2        ,           ,        ,  2      ,
      Which I will | purchase | with my | duteous | service.
          ,        ,      ,        ,      ,
      Of you | my nob|le cous|in Buck|ingham,
          ,    ,       ,             ,            x
      If ev|er an|y grudge | were lodged | between us.
          ,         ,      ,   ,         2      ,
      Of you | and you,| Lord Ri/vers and of | Dorset,
            ,         ,        ,            ,          ,
      That all | without | desert | have frowned | on me:
          ,           ,                  ,     ,         ,
      Of you | Lord^Woodev|ille, and / Lord Scales | of you,
        T      T      T      ,    2         ,        ,
      Dukes, earls, lords,| gentlemen,| indeed | of all.
         ,         ,          ,       ,       ,
      I do | not know | that Eng|lishman | alive,
             ,         ,       ,     ,         ,
      With whom | my soul | is an|y jot | at odds,
        ,              ,        ,         ,        ,
      More than | the in|fant that | is born | tonight:
          ,         ,         ,      ,    ,
      I thank | my God | for my | humil|ity.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
         ,     ,      ,       2       ,        ,
      A ho|ly day | shall this be | kept here|after:
      ,      2      ,           ,             ,        ,
      I would to | God all | strifes were | well com|pounded.
           ,          ,     ,   2     ,            ,
      My sove|reign liege,| I do be|seech your | highness
           ,         ,        ,         ,          ,
      To take | our broth|er Cla|rence to | your grace.
 
RICHARD
           ,        ,       ,         ,          ,
      Why mad|am, have | I of|fered love | for this,
        2    ,     ,        ,         ,       ,
      To be so | flouted | in this | royal | presence?
       T    T    T        2     ,        ,         ,
      Who knows not | that the gent|le duke | is dead?
           ,        ,    ,        ,           ,
      You do | him in|jury | to scorn | his corse.
 
RIVERS
       T    T    T      2     ,          ,         ,
      Who knows not | he is dead?
Who knows | he is?
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
           ,       ,         ,        ,          ,
      All see|ing heav|en, what | a world | is this?
 
BUCKINGHAM
           ,        ,          ,        ,         ,
      Look^I | so pale | Lord^Dor|set, as | the rest?
 
DORSET
       ,               ,         ,    ,    2       ,
      Aye my | good* lord,| and no | man in the | presence,
                 ,   ,       ,         ,           ,
      But his / red col|or hath | forsook | his cheeks.
 
KING EDWARD IV
          ,          ,         ,      ,         ,
      Is Cla|rence dead?| The ord|er was | reversed.
 
RICHARD
           ,          ,                ,    ,       ,
      But he |(poor* man)| by your / first ord|er died,
            ,        ,      ,     ,         ,
      And that | a wing|ed Mer|cury | did bear:
            ,       ,        ,          ,       ,
      Some tar|dy crip|ple bore | the count|ermand,
             ,         ,        ,         ,
      That came | too lag | to see | him bur|ied.
      <- ,       ,             T    T   T              ,   ,      ->
        God || grant, that | some less nob|le, and / less lo||yal,
        ,    2     ,         ,           ,         ,
      Near|er in bloo|dy thoughts,| and not | in blood,
          ,           ,            ,        ,         ,
      Deserve | not worse | than wretch|ed Cla|rence did,
       .   T   T  T         ,       ,     ,
      And yet go cur|rent from | suspi|cion.
 
[Enter DERBY]
 
DERBY
          ,         ,         ,        ,         ,
      A boon | my sove|reign for | my serv|ice done.
 
KING EDWARD IV
         ,         ,          ,         ,        ,      2->
      I prith|ee peace,| my soul | is full | of sor||row.
 
DERBY
          ,          ,        ,           ,         ,       2->
      I will | not rise,| unless | your high|ness hear || me.
 
KING EDWARD IV
            ,         ,          ,        ,         ,
      Then say | at once,| what is | it thou | requests.
 
DERBY
            ,         ,          ,       ,           ,
      The for|feit (sove|reign) of | my serv|ant's life,
            ,       ,        ,         ,      ,
      Who slew | today | a right|eous gent|leman,
        ,         ,        ,         ,        ,        ->
      Lately | attend|ant on | the Duke | of Nor||folk.
 
KING EDWARD IV
        ,     2     ,          ,        ,           ,
      Have | I a tongue | to doom | my broth|er's death?
            ,             ,           ,       ,       ,
      And shall | that tongue | give pard|on to | a slave?
          ,          ,         ,          ,            ,
      My broth|er killed | no man,| his fault | was thought,
           ,         ,       ,         ,        ,
      And yet | his pun|ishment | was bit|ter death.
            ,        ,        ,     ,             ,
      Who sued | to me | for him?| Who (in | my rage)
         ,              ,         ,        ,       ,
      Kneeled at | my feet,| and bid | me be | advised?
            ,         ,        ,          ,          ,
      Who spoke | of broth|erhood?| Who spoke | of love?
            ,     ,    2        T    T   T         ,
      Who told | me how the | poor soul did | forsake
            ,      ,         ,          ,          ,
      The migh|ty War|wick, and | did fight | for me?
            ,        ,         ,          ,    ,
      Who told | me in | the field | by Tewks|bury,
            ,       ,         ,        ,        ,
      When Ox|ford had | me down,| he res|cued me:
            ,           ,         ,         ,       ,
      And said | dear* broth|er live,| and be | a king:
            ,          ,         ,     ,             ,
      Who told | me, when | we both | lay in | the field,
       ,        ,     2       ,           ,        ,
      Frozen |(almost) to | death, how | he did | lap me
       ,  2          ,          ,          ,         ,
      Even in | his gar|ments, and | did give | himself
             ,         ,                  ,    ,    ,
      (All thin | and nak|ed) to the // numb cold night?
            ,          ,      ,            ,        ,
      All this | from my | remem|brance, brut|ish wrath
       ,           ,           ,       ,        ,
      Sinful|ly plucked,| and not | a man | of you
           ,          ,         ,        ,        ,
      Had so | much grace | to put | it in | my mind.
            ,          ,         ,         ,        ,       2->
      But when | your car|ters, or | your wai|ting-vas||sals
             ,        ,         ,         ,        ,
      Have done | a drunk|en slaugh|ter, and | defaced
           ,         ,    2    ,      ,      ,
      The pre|cious im|age of our | dear Re|deemer,
              ,           ,          ,          ,        ,       o ->
      You straight | are on | your knees | for pard|on, par||don,
          ,       ,      ,           ,          ,  ->
      And I |(unjust|ly too)| must grant || it you.
       ,     2      ,           2   ,            ,
      But for my | brother,| not a man | would speak,
          ,      ,           ,        ,       ,
      Nor I |(ungra|cious) speak | unto | myself
       .   T    T    T          ,        ,        ,
      For him poor soul.| The prou|dest of | you all,
             ,       ,        ,        ,         ,
      Have been | behold|ing to | him in | his life:
            ,         ,           ,     ,              ,
      Yet none | of you,| would once | beg for | his life.
         ,        ,         ,                ,    ,
      O God!| I fear | thy just|ice will / take hold
          ,        ,          ,          ,           ,
      On me,| and you;| and mine,| and yours | for this.
       __     ,           ,        ,       ,
      Come | Hastings | help me | to my | closet.
      __    __     ,
      Ah | poor | Clarence.  \\
 
[Exeunt some with KING EDWARD IV and QUEEN MARGARET]
 
RICHARD
        ,              ,          ,           ,          ,
      This is | the fruits | of rash|ness: Marked | you not,
       ,               ,      ,        ,         ,
      How that | the guil|ty kin|dred of | the queen
         T     T     T        2      ,        ,           ,
      Looked pale, when | they did hear | of Cla|rence' death.
      ,               ,         ,        ,         ,
      O! They | did urge | it still | unto | the king,
       ,             ,           ,      ,               ,
      God will | revenge | it. Come | lords will | you go,
          ,        ,        ,         ,     ,
      To com|fort Ed|ward with | our comp|any.
 
BUCKINGHAM
           ,      ,           ,
      We wait | upon | your grace.
 
[Exeunt]

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