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Richard III

Act 4, Scene 4

Before the palace.
 
[Enter QUEEN MARGARET]
 
QUEEN MARGARET
          ,        ,     ,       ,        ,      2->
      So now | prospe|rity | begins | to mel||low,
            ,     ,          ,        ,          ,
      And drop | into | the rot|ten mouth | of death:
        ,              ,    ,    ,                 ,
      Here in | these con|fines sly/ly have | I lurked,
           ,          ,       ,        ,     ,
      To watch | the wa|ning of | mine e|nemies.
          ,       ,         ,      ,        ,
5     A dire | induc|tion, am | I wit|ness to,
            ,          ,      ,            ,       ,
      And will | to France,| hoping | the con|sequence
             ,         ,         ,          ,     ,
      Will prove | as bit|ter, black,| and tra|gical.
            ,           ,        ,    2            ,     ,
      Withdraw | thee wret|ched Mar|garet, who / comes here?
 
[Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and the DUCHESS OF YORK]
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
       ,              ,        ,       ,        ,
      Ah, my | poor prin|ces! Ah | my ten|der babes:
          ,    ,    ,                ,          ,
10    My un|blowed flo/wers, new-|appea|ring sweets:
          ,          ,        ,      ,            ,
      If yet | your gen|tle souls | fly in | the air,
           ,         ,          ,        ,    ,
      And be | not fixed | in doom | perpe|tual,
       ,         ,         ,          ,      ,
      Hover | about | me with | your ai|ry wings,
            ,          ,         ,     ,       o
      And hear | your mo|ther's la|menta|tion.
 
QUEEN MARGARET
       ,         ,          ,           ,           ,
15    Hover | about | her, say | that right | for right
              ,           ,        ,       ,       ,
      Hath dimmed | your in|fant morn,| to a|ged night.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
          ,     ,     ,            ,          ,
      So ma|ny mi|series | have crazed | my voice,
                 ,   ,          ,          ,           ,
      That my / woe-wea|ried tongue | is still | and mute.
       ,            ,    ,         ,           ,
      Edward | Planta|genet,| why art | thou dead?
 
QUEEN MARGARET
           ,    ,           ,         ,    ,
20    Planta|genet | doth quit | Planta|genet,
       ,            ,         ,       ,       ,
      Edward | for Ed|ward, pays | a dy|ing debt.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
             ,       ,     ,               ,        ,
      Wilt thou,| O God,| fly from | such gen|tle lambs,
            ,           ,        ,    ,              ,
      And throw | them in | the en|trails of | the wolf?
             ,            ,            ,        ,          ,
      When didst | thou sleep,| when such | a deed | was done?
 
QUEEN MARGARET
            ,     ,       ,               ,    ,
25    When ho|ly Har|ry died,| and my / sweet son.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
        T    T     T       T      T   T       ,         ,
      Dead life, blind | sight, poor mor|tal li|ving ghost,
        T     T       T        T      T      T         ,        ,
      Woe's scene, world's | shame, grave's due,| by life | usurped,  (hex with prev)
        ,    ,               ,           ,   2     ,
      Brief ab/stract and | record | of te|dious days,
        ,            ,        ,          ,        ,
      Rest thy | unrest | on Eng|land's law|ful earth,
         ,            ,    ,           ,   2      ,
30    Unlaw|fully / made drunk | with in|nocent blood.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
       ,                ,           ,        ,        ,
      Ah that | thou wouldst | as soon | afford | a grave,
           ,            ,        ,     ,       ,
      As thou | canst yield | a me|lancho|ly seat:
             ,         ,         ,           ,           ,
      Then would | I hide | my bones,| not rest | them here,
          ,         ,      ,          ,          ,
      Ah who | hath a|ny cause | to mourn | but we?
 
QUEEN MARGARET
          ,        ,       ,         ,     ,
35    If an|cient sor|row be | most re|verent,
             ,         ,    ,        ,     ,
      Give^mine | the be|nefit | of sen|iory,
           ,         ,       ,             ,       ,
      And let | my grief | frown on | the up|per hand
          ,       ,       ,       ,   ,
      If sor|row can | admit | soci|ety.
         ,        ,         ,       ,          ,          o
      I had | an Ed|ward, till | a Ri|chard killed | him:
         ,       ,          ,       ,            ,          o
40    I had | a hus|band, till | a Ri|chard | killed | him:
        ,              ,         ,       ,          ,          o
      Thou hadst | an Ed|ward, till | a Ri|chard killed | him:
        ,             ,          ,       ,          ,          o
      Thou hadst | a Ri|chard, till | a Ri|chard killed | him.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
         ,       ,        ,          ,            ,         o
      I had | a Ri|chard too,| and thou | didst kill | him;
         ,       ,        ,            ,          ,         o
      I had | a Rut|land too,| thou holpst | to kill | him.    (all hex pairs)
 
QUEEN MARGARET
             ,        ,         ,
45    Thou hadst | a Cla|rence too,
           ,          ,          o
      And Ri|chard killed | him.     (trimeter with prev)
             ,          ,       ,         ,           ,
      From forth | the ken|nel of | thy womb | hath crept
          ,     ,                 ,        ,         ,
      A hell-|hound that | doth hunt | us all | to death:
            ,          ,          ,         ,          ,
      That dog,| that had | his teeth | before | his eyes,
          ,       ,          ,           ,        ,
50    To wor|ry lambs,| and lap | their gen|tle blood:
             ,       ,            ,    ,      ,
      That foul | defa|cer of / God's han|diwork:
              ,         ,        ,        ,         ,
      That reigns | in gal|led eyes | of wee|ping souls:
            ,             ,    ,       ,         ,
      That ex|cellent / grand ty|rant of | the earth,
            ,          ,          ,         ,          ,
      Thy womb | let loose | to chase | us to | our graves.
         ,          ,          ,      ,        ,
55    O up|right, just,| and true-|dispo|sing God,
       ,           ,       ,                ,       ,
      How do | I thank | thee, that | this car|nal cur
        ,     2       ,       ,        ,          ,
      Preys on the | issue | of his | mother's | body,
            ,          ,    ,            ,          ,
      And makes | her pew-|fellow | with o|thers' moan.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
         ,         ,     ,         ,            ,
      O Har|ry's wife,| triumph | not in | my woes:
            ,         ,        ,          ,          ,
60    God* wit|ness with | me, I | have wept | for thine.
 
QUEEN MARGARET
        ,          ,          ,       ,        ,
      Bear with | me: I | am hun|gry for | revenge,
           ,        ,         ,       ,        ,
      And now | I cloy | me with | behol|ding it.
           ,       ,        ,            ,         ,      o
      Thy^Ed|ward he | is dead,| that killed | my Ed|ward:
          ,       ,        ,         ,        ,      o
      The o|ther Ed|ward dead,| to quit | my Ed|ward:   (hex with prev)
        T     T    Tx           ,     .  T     T    T
65    Young York, he is | but boot,| because both they
        T    T   .    T        ,        ,        ,
      Match not the high | perfec|tion of | my loss.
           ,    ,     2       ,             ,          ,
      Thy Cla|rence he is | dead, that | stabbed my | Edward;
       ,           ,        ,          ,        ,
      And the | behol|ders of | this fran|tic play,
         2  ,    2     ,          ,         ,         ,
      The adul|terate Has|tings, Ri|vers, Vau|ghan, Gray,
          ,      ,          ,          ,        ,
70    Untime|ly smo|thered in | their dus|ky graves.
       ,     2        T      T      T        ,     ,      ->
      Richard yet | lives, hell's black | intel|ligen||cer,
       ,   2     ,            ,             ,    ,
      On|ly reserved | their fac|tor, to / buy souls,
            ,          ,         ,         ,         ,
      And send | them thi|ther: but | at hand,| at hand
          ,         ,   2          , ,       ,
      Ensues | his pi|teous and / unpi|tied end.
        T     T      T      T       T     T             T
75    Earth gapes, hell | burns, fiends roar,| saints^pray.
           ,         ,      ,        ,            ,
      To have | him sud|denly | conveyed | from hence:
       ,             ,         ,          ,        ,
      Cancel | his bond | of life,| dear God | I pray,
           ,         ,        ,         ,         ,
      That I | may live | to say,| The dog | is dead.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
          ,           ,      ,         ,            ,
      O thou | didst pro|phesy,| the time | would come,
           ,            ,          ,         ,         ,
80    That I | should wish | for thee | to help | me curse
            ,          x            ,      T      T     T
      That bot|tled spider,| that foul | bunch-backed toad.
 
QUEEN MARGARET
           ,            ,      ,    ,         2      ,
      I called | thee then,| vain flou/rish of my | fortune;
           ,            ,           ,         ,        ,
      I called | thee then,| poor* sha|dow, pain|ted queen,
           ,      ,       ,         ,       ,
      The pre|senta|tion of | but what | I was;
            ,    2     ,  ,    2      ,        ,
85    The flat|tering in|dex of a | direful | pageant;
       T     T   .   T               ,     ,       ,
      One heaved a-high,| to be / hurled down | below;
         ,       ,       ,           ,            ,
      A mo|ther on|ly mocked | with two | fair* babes;
          ,          ,           ,       ,        ,
      A dream | of what | thou wast,| a ga|rish flag
          ,        ,       ,       ,    2      ,
      To be | the aim | of e|very dan|gerous shot;
          ,        ,     ,        ,          x
90    A sign | of dig|nity,| a breath,| a bubble;
          ,          ,     ,          ,          ,
      A queen | in jest,| only | to fill | the scene.
        ,     2       ,         ,            ,        ,
      Where is thy | husband | now? Where*| be thy | brothers?
        ,     2       T    T     T        ,          ,
      Where be thy | two sons? Where|in dost | thou joy?
            ,           ,           ,          ,          ,
      Who sues,| and kneels,| and says,| God save | the queen?
        ,             ,         ,            ,          ,
95    Where be | the ben|ding peers | that flat|tered thee?
        ,               ,          ,           ,          ,
      Where be | the throng|ing troops | that fol|lowed thee?
          ,           ,         ,          ,          ,
      Decline | all this,| and see | what now | thou art.
           ,       ,        ,          ,       ,
      For hap|py wife,| a most | distressed | widow:
           ,       ,        ,           ,           ,
      For joy|ful mo|ther, one | that wails | the name:
           ,      2     ,         ,          ,        ,
100   For one | being sued | to, one | that hum|bly sues:
            ,        ,     ,           ,             ,
      For queen,| a ve|ry cai|tiff, crowned | with care;
           ,            ,       ,              ,       ,
      For she | that scorned | at me,| now* scorned | of me;
           ,      2      ,         ,         ,        ,
      For she | being feared | of all,| now fea|ring one:
           ,        ,        ,       ,          ,
      For she | comman|ding all,| obeyed | of none.
        ,                ,         ,          ,         ,
105   Thus hath | the course | of jus|tice whirled | about,
            ,          ,       ,      ,         ,
      And left | thee but | a ve|ry prey | to time,
       ,            ,           ,           ,           ,
      Having | no more | but thought | of what | thou wast.
          ,         ,          ,      2     ,          ,
      To tor|ture thee | the more,| being what | thou art,
             ,        ,         ,           ,          ,
      Thou didst | usurp | my place,| and dost | thou not
         ,          ,        ,        ,       ,       o
110   Usurp | the just | propor|tion of | my sor|row?
       ,          T     T     T       ,        ,          __
      Now thy | proud neck, bears | half my | burdened | yoke;  (hex with prev)
             ,            ,        ,        ,         ,
      From which,| eene here | I slip | my wea|ried head,
            ,          ,       ,       ,         ,
      And leave | the bur|den of | it all | on thee.
            ,             ,          ,         ,         ,
      Farewell | York's^wife,| and queen | of sad | mischance,
             ,         ,            ,         ,           ,
115   These Eng|lish woes,| shall make | me smile | in France.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
          ,            ,          ,         ,       ,
      O thou | well skilled | in cur|ses, stay | awhile,
            ,         ,         ,          ,     ,
      And teach | me how | to curse | mine e|nemies.
 
QUEEN MARGARET
           ,         ,            ,           ,         ,
      Forbear | to sleep | the nights,| and fast | the day:
           ,      ,   ,                 ,       ,
      Compare | dead hap/piness,| with li|ving woe:
        ,                ,            ,       ,           ,
120   Think that | thy babes | were fair|er than | they were,
           ,          ,          ,        ,        ,
      And he | that slew | them fou|ler than | he is:
       ,    2           ,                 ,   ,        ,
      Bettering | thy loss,| makes the / bad cau|ser worse,
         ,         ,           ,           ,         ,
      Revol|ving this | will teach | thee how | to curse.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
           ,           ,        ,        ,           ,
      My words | are dull,| O quick|en them | with thine.
 
QUEEN MARGARET
            ,           ,           ,            ,            ,
125   Thy woes | will make | them sharp,| and pierce | like mine.
 
[Exit]
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
       ,              ,    ,        ,         ,
      Why should | cala|mity | be full | of words?
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
       ,         ,        ,          ,        ,
      Windy | attor|neys to | their cli|ent woes,
       ,         ,        ,      ,         ,
      Airy | succee|ders of | intes|tine joys,
              ,         ,    ,        ,     ,
      Poor* brea|thing or|ators | of mi|series,
       ,                ,              ,           ,        ,
130   Let them | have scope,| though what | they will | impart,
            ,         ,         ,          ,          ,
      Help^no|thing else,| yet do | they ease | the heart.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
          ,               ,     ,      ,         ,
      If so | then, be / not tongue-|tied: go^|with me,
       ,    2         ,         ,         ,            ,
      And in the | breath of | bitter | words, let's^|smother
            ,      ,       2       T    T     T     ,
      My damned | son, that thy | two sweet sons | smothered.
            ,         ,         ,   2    ,        ,
135   The trum|pet sounds,| be co|pious in | exclaims.
 
[Enter KING RICHARD III, marching, with drums and trumpets]
 
KING RICHARD III
           ,      ,         ,       ,    ,       2->
      Who in|tercepts | me in | my ex|pedi||tion?
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
         ,           ,           ,     ,        ,
      O she,| that might | have in|tercep|ted thee
            ,          ,        ,       ,        ,
      By strang|ling thee | in her | accur|sed womb,
            ,           ,            ,            ,           ,
      From all | the slaugh|ters (wretch)| that thou | hast done.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
         ,                 ,    ,            ,        ,
140   Hidest thou | that fore|head with | a gol|den crown   [hydst, not hy-dest]
             ,         2     ,        ,          ,            ,
      Where^it | should be bran|ded, if | that right | were right?
             ,        ,          ,            ,           ,
      The slaugh|ter of | the prince | that owed | that crown,
         2      ,      ,             ,      ,          ,
      And the dire | death of | my poor | sons, and | brothers.
        ,    2        ,         ,      ,                ,
      Tell me thou | villain-|slave, where / are my | children?
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
             ,           ,      ,     2       ,         ,
145   Thou toad,| thou toad,| where is thy | brother | Clarence?
           ,       ,         ,    ,         ,
      And li|ttle Ned | Planta|genet | his son?
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
        ,             ,       ,         ,         ,
      Where is | the gen|tle Ri|vers, Vaugh|an, Gray?
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
        T    T   T     ,
      Where is kind | Hastings?  (pickup after)
 
KING RICHARD III
          ,         ,           ,       ,       ,
      A flou|rish trum|pets, strike | ala|rum drums:
           ,           x        ,            T    T   T     ->
150   Let not | the heavens | hear these | tell-tale wo||men
        ,      2       ,        ,          ,        ,
      Rail | on the Lord's | anoin|ted, strike | I say.
       ,           ,         ,        ,          ,
      Either | be pa|tient, and | entreat | me fair,
           ,         ,      ,        ,        ,
      Or with | the cla|morous | report | of war,
        ,             ,           ,     ,        o
      Thus will | I drown | your ex|clama|tions.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
            ,        ,
155   Art thou | my son?  (pickup from before)
 
KING RICHARD III
       T   .   T    T        ,        ,          ,
      Aye, I thank God,| my fa|ther, and | yourself.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
            ,       ,     ,          ,
      Then pa|tiently | hear my | impa|tience.
 
KING RICHARD III
      <- ,       ,       2    ,          ,        ,      o
        Ma||dam, I | have a touch | of your | condi|tion,
            ,        ,          ,       ,       ,
      That can|not brook | the ac|cent of | reproof.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
         ,         ,
160   O let | me speak.
 
KING RICHARD III
                         ,              ,          ,
                        Do then,| but I'll | not hear.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
          ,         ,         ,       ,        ,
      I will | be mild,| and gen|tle in | my words.
 
KING RICHARD III
            ,           ,        ,       ,        ,
      And brief |(good mo|ther) for | I am | in haste.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
       ,             ,      ,           ,           ,
      Art thou | so has|ty? I | have stayed | for thee
             ,         ,        ,       ,    ,
165   (God^knows)| in tor|ment and | in a|gony.
 
KING RICHARD III
            ,       ,         ,        ,        ,
      And came | I not | at last | to com|fort you?
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
       ,           ,      ,            ,          ,
      No by | the ho|ly rood,| thou knowst | it well,
             ,          ,          ,          ,          ,
      Thou camst | on earth,| to make | the earth | my hell.
          ,        ,       ,          ,         ,
      A grie|vous bur|den was | thy birth | to me,
       ,            ,        ,         ,     ,
170   Tetchy | and way|ward was | thy in|fancy.
             ,             ,         ,    2       ,         ,    ,
      Thy school-|days* fright|ful, des|perate, wild,| and fu|rious,
            ,      .  T   T    T         ,         ,      ,
      Thy prime | of manhood, da|ring, bold,| and ven|turous:  (hex with prev)
           ,        ,         ,      ,        ,           ,
      Thy age | confir|med, proud,| subtle,| sly, and | bloody,
             ,         ,           ,         ,        ,       o
      More mild,| but yet | more harm|ful; kind | in ha|tred:    (hex with prev)
            ,      ,      ,      ,            ,
175   What com|forta|ble hou|r canst | thou name,
           ,        ,         ,        ,     ,
      That e|ver graced | me in | thy com|pany?
 
KING RICHARD III
              ,          ,         ,            ,            ,
      Faith^none,| but Humph|rey Hour,| that called | your grace
           ,          ,      ,            ,     ,
      To break|fast once,| forth of | my com|pany.
         ,       ,       ,         ,         ,
      If I | be so | disgra|cious in | your eye,
       T   .   T    T        ,        ,         ,     ->
180   Let me march on,| and not | offend | you ma||dam.
         ,       2      ,
      Strike | up the drum.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
                              ,         ,         ,
                           I pri|thee hear | me speak.
 
KING RICHARD III
            ,          ,      ,
      You speak | too bit|terly.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
                                   ,           ,
                                 Hear me | a word:
          ,          ,       ,          ,       ,
185   For I | shall ne|ver speak | to thee | again.
 
KING RICHARD III
      __
      So.  \\
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
       ,         ,          ,          ,          ,  2
      Either | thou wilt | die, by | God's just^|ordinance
       ,               ,           ,       ,      ,
      Ere from | this war | thou turn | a con|queror:
         ,          ,        2    ,      ,           ,
      Or I | with grief | and extreme | age shall | perish,
           ,       ,        ,          ,       ,
      And ne|ver more | behold | thy face | again.
        ,           ,           ,              ,         ,
190   Therefore | take with | thee my | most grie|vous curse,
             ,        ,        ,        ,           ,
      Which^in | the day | of bat|tle tire | thee more
            ,              ,    ,       ,            ,
      Than all | the com/plete ar|mor that | thou wearst.
           ,       ,        ,        ,       ,
      My pray|ers on | the ad|verse par|ty fight,
            ,          ,        ,         ,          ,        ->
      And there | the lit|tle souls | of Ed|ward's chil||dren,
        ,     2     ,        ,         ,     ,
195   Whis|per the spi|rits of | thine^e|nemies,
           ,         ,         ,         ,     ,
      And pro|mise them | success | and vic|tory:
        ,            ,      ,            ,        ,
      Bloody | thou art,| bloody | will be | thy end:
        T      T    .    T          ,          ,         ,
      Shame serves thy life,| and doth | thy death | attend.
 
[Exit]
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
              ,           ,           ,            x          ,
      Though far | more cause,| yet much | less spirit | to curse
         ,         ,      ,      ,        ,
200   Abides | in me,| I say | amen | to all.
 
KING RICHARD III
        ,   ,                 ,         ,          ,
      Stay ma/dam, I | must speak | a word | with you.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
                ,   ,      ,            ,       ,
      I have / no more | sons of | the roy|al blood
            ,          ,         ,         ,          ,        ->
      For thee | to slaugh|ter. For | my daugh|ters (Ri||chard)
        ,         2     ,        ,         ,          ,
      They | shall be pray|ing nuns,| not wee|ping queens:
            ,         ,      ,        ,            ,
205   And there|fore le|vel not | to hit | their lives.
 
KING RICHARD III
            ,        ,          ,       ,     ,
      You have | a daugh|ter called | Eli|zabeth,
       ,   2           ,     ,           ,         o
      Virtuous | and fair,| royal | and gra|cious?
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
            ,         ,          ,       ,          ,
      And must | she die | for this?| O let | her live,
            ,         ,         ,          ,           ,     ->
      And I'll | corrupt | her man|ners, stain | her beau||ty,
        ,     2    ,         ,         ,         ,
210   Slan|der myself,| as false | to Ed|ward's bed:
            ,      ,          ,        ,    ,
      Throw^o|ver her | the veil | of in|famy,
          ,          ,         ,           ,          ,       o
      So she | may live | unscarred | of blee|ding slaugh|ter,
          ,         ,         ,         ,          ,       o
      I will | confess | she was | not Ed|ward's daugh|ter.   (hex with prev)
 
KING RICHARD III
        ,               ,          ,      ,       ,       2->
      Wrong not | her birth,| she is | a roy|al prin||cess.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
           ,          ,          ,              ,   ,
215   To save | her life,| I'll say | she is / not so.
 
KING RICHARD III
            ,        ,       ,     ,         ,
      Her life | is sa|fest on|ly in | her birth.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
           ,     ,          ,        ,         ,        ->
      And on|ly in | that safe|ty, died | her bro||thers.
 
KING RICHARD III
       ,     2        ,             ,           ,     ,
      Lo | at their birth,| good* stars | were op|posite.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
       ,    2          T     T     T        ,       ,
      No, to their | lives, ill friends | were con|trary.
 
KING RICHARD III
           ,   ,     3  3      ,        ,     ,
220   All^un|avoi|ded is the doom | of des|tiny.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
        ,       2   ,         T     T    T     ,
      True: when a|voided | grace makes des|tiny.
           ,           ,         ,      ,        ,
      My babes | were des|tined to | a fai|rer death,
           ,            ,        ,            ,        ,
      If grace | had blessed | thee with | a fai|rer life.
 
KING RICHARD III
            ,         ,        ,         ,         ,        ->
      You speak | as if | that I | had slain | my cou||sins?
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
       ,      2    ,     ,    2         ,       ,
225   Cou|sins indeed,| and by their | uncle | cozened,
           ,         ,        ,          ,         ,
      Of com|fort, king|dom, kin|dred, free|dom, life,
              ,      ,        ,            ,         ,
      Whose^hand | soe|ver lanced | their ten|der hearts,
            ,     ,    2    ,        ,      ,
      Thy head |(all indi|rectly)| gave di|rection.
           ,          ,    2      ,           ,          ,
      No doubt | the mur|derous knife | was dull | and blunt,
        ,    2        ,        ,         T     T    T
230   Till it was | whetted | on thy | stone-hard heart,
          ,      ,        ,    ,             ,
      To re|vel in | the en|trails of | my lambs.
         2       ,      ,         ,             T    T     T
      But that still | use of | grief, makes^|wild grief tame,
            ,             ,         ,          ,         ,
      My tongue | should to | thy ears | not name | my boys,
        ,              ,           ,         ,           ,
      Till that | my nails | were an|chored in | thine^eyes:
          ,        ,       ,    2     ,         ,
235   And I | in such | a des|perate bay | of death,
                 ,    ,         ,           ,         ,
      Like a / poor bark,| of sails | and tack|ling reft,
        ,     2      ,        ,         ,      ,
      Rush all to | pieces | on thy | rocky | bosom.
 
KING RICHARD III
       ,            ,        ,       ,      ,
      Madam,| so thrive | I in | my en|terprise
           ,      ,         ,         ,       ,
      And dan|gerous | success | of bloo|dy wars,
       ,  2     T    T    T        ,          ,
240   As I in|tend more good | to you | and yours,
           ,      ,         ,         ,           ,
      Than e|ver you | or yours | by me | were harmed.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
             ,        ,         ,          ,          x
      What good | is co|vered with | the face | of heaven,
          ,       ,          ,         ,        ,
      To be | disco|vered, that | can do | me good?
 
KING RICHARD III
         2    ,         ,          ,         ,       ,    ->
      The advance|ment of | your chil|dren, gen|tle la||dy.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
       ,     2       ,          ,          ,            ,
245   Up | to some scaf|fold, there | to lose | their heads.
 
KING RICHARD III
       ,  2       ,     ,          ,         ,
      Unto the | digni|ty and | height of | fortune,
            ,       ,   2    ,      2        ,       ,
      The high | impe|rial type | of this earth's | glory.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
        ,           ,         ,        ,        ,
      Flatter | my sor|rows with | report | of it:
        ,              ,           ,    2     ,     ,
      Tell me,| what state,| what dig|nity, what | honor,
        ,              ,       ,      ,          ,
250   Canst thou | demise | to a|ny child | of mine.
 
KING RICHARD III
       2    ,        ,     ,             ,         ,
      Even all | I have;| aye, and | myself | and all,
           ,        ,      ,        ,          ,
      Will I | withal | endow | a child | of thine:
          ,        ,      ,        ,       ,
      So in | the Le|the of | thy an|gry soul,
             ,          ,       ,          ,            ,
      Thou drown | the sad | remem|brance of | those wrongs,
              ,        ,      ,          ,         ,
255   Which thou | suppo|sest I | have done | to thee.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
           ,       ,      2      ,         ,         ,
      Be brief,| lest that be | process | of thy | kindness
            ,       ,         ,          ,          ,
      Last^lon|ger tel|ling than | thy kind|ness' date.
 
KING RICHARD III
             ,           ,         ,        ,          ,       2->
      Then know,| that from | my soul,| I love | thy daugh||ter.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
           ,          ,         ,          ,          ,
      My daugh|ter's mo|ther thinks | it with | her soul.
 
KING RICHARD III
                 ,    ,
260   What do / you think?   \\
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
             ,           ,         ,         ,          ,
      That thou | dost love | my daugh|ter from | thy soul:
       ,     2        ,      ,                   ,         ,
      So from thy | soul's love / didst thou | love her | brothers,
       ,               ,        ,            ,             x
      And from | my heart's | love, I | do thank | thee for it.
 
KING RICHARD III
          ,        ,    3  3     ,         ,        o
      Be not | so has|ty to confound | my mea|ning:
          ,           ,         ,        ,          ,        ->
265   I mean | that with | my soul | I love | thy daugh||ter,
       ,      2    ,         ,          ,         ,        ->
      And | do intend | to make | her queen | of Eng||land.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
        ,           ,        2       ,           ,         ,
      Well | then, who | dost thou mean | shall be | her king?
 
KING RICHARD III
       2    ,          ,           ,           ,            ,
      Even he | that makes | her queen:| who else | should be?
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
        T     T
      What, thou?
 
KING RICHARD III
                  T      ,         ,           x
270               E|ven so:| how think | you of it?
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
            ,           ,
      How canst | thou woo | her?
 
KING RICHARD III
                                    ,         2    ,         ,
                                  That | would I learn | of you,
          ,      2     ,        ,      3    3     ,     o
      As one | being best | acquain|ted with her hu|mor.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
            ,           ,         ,
      And wilt | thou learn | of me?
 
KING RICHARD III
       ,            ,         ,
275   Madam,| with all | my heart.  (trimeter with prev)
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
        ,        ,    2       ,           ,         ,
      Send to | her by the | man that | slew her | brothers,
          ,         ,          ,           ,       ,
      A pair | of blee|ding hearts:| thereon | engrave
       ,             ,          ,      ,           ,
      Edward | and York,| then hap|ly she | will weep:
             ,         ,        ,         ,        ,     2  ->
      Therefore | present | to her,| as some|time Mar||garet
       ,      2     ,          ,          ,           ,
280   Did | to thy fa|ther, steeped | in Rut|land's blood,
          ,       ,            ,        ,          ,
      A hand|kerchief,| which say | to her | did drain
           ,       ,        2      ,      ,           ,
      The pur|ple sap | from her sweet | brother's | body,
           ,          ,         ,         ,        ,
      And bid | her wipe | her wee|ping eyes | withal.
           ,        ,         ,          ,         ,
      If this | induce|ment force | her not | to love,
        ,           ,       ,        ,       ,
285   Send her | a let|ter of | thy no|ble deeds:
        ,     2         ,      ,         ,       ,
      Tell her thou | madst a|way her | uncle | Clarence,
           ,      ,        ,         ,          ,
      Her un|cle Ri|vers, aye |(and for | her sake)
              ,         ,                     ,    ,    ,
      Madst^quick | convey|ance with her // good aunt Anne.
 
KING RICHARD III
            ,        ,        ,        ,         ,
      You mock | me ma|dam, this | is not | the way
          ,           ,       2
290   To win | your daugh|ter.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
                                      ,      ,       ,
                               There is | no o|ther way,
          ,            ,           ,        ,        ,
      Unless | thou couldst | put on | some o|ther shape,
           ,        ,          ,           ,          ,
      And not | be Ri|chard, that | hath done | all this.
 
KING RICHARD III
       ,            ,          ,          ,        ,
      Say that | I did | all this | for love | of her.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
       ,      2     ,         ,          ,           ,
295   Nay then in|deed she | cannot | choose but | hate thee
                  ,     ,           ,        ,       ,
      Having / bought love,| with such | a bloo|dy spoil.
 
KING RICHARD III
        ,      2       ,    ,            ,     ,
      Look what is | done, can/not be | now a|mended:
       ,            ,        ,     ,         ,
      Men shall | deal un|advi|sedly | sometimes,
            ,        ,           ,        ,       ,
      Which a|fter hours | give lei|sure to | repent.
         ,         ,          ,        ,           ,
300   If I | did take | the king|dom from | your sons,
           ,       ,            ,     ,   2         ,
      To make | amends,| I'll give | it to your | daughter:
         ,           ,          ,      ,          ,
      If I | have killed | the is|sue of | your womb,
           ,        ,         ,         ,       ,
      To quick|en your | increase,| I will | beget
            ,    3  3       ,       ,           ,        o
      Mine^is|sue of your blood,| upon | your daugh|ter:
          ,          ,        ,        ,         ,
305   A gran|dam's name | is lit|tle less | in love,
            ,        ,       ,      ,      ,       ->
      Than is | the do|ting ti|tle of | a mo||ther:
        ,       2     ,              ,    ,       ,
      They | are as chil|dren but / one step | below,
      ,   2           ,        ,         ,      ,
      Even of | your met|tle, of | your ve|ry blood:
       .  T   T    T      ,            ,           ,
      Of all one pain,| save for | a night | of groans
          ,         ,          ,       2      ,      ,
310   Endured | of her,| for whom | you bid like | sorrow.
        ,    ,                 ,       ,          ,
      Your chil/dren were | vexa|tion to | your youth,
            ,           ,      ,        ,         ,
      But mine | shall be | a com|fort to | your age,
            ,          ,        ,       ,      2     ,
      The loss | you have,| is but | a son | being king,
           ,          ,           ,              ,    ,
      And by | that loss,| your daugh|ter is / made queen.
         ,        ,          ,       ,         ,
315   I can|not make | you what | amends | I would,
        ,             ,           ,        ,      ,
      Therefore | accept | such kind|ness as | I can.
       ,             ,           ,        ,        ,
      Dorset | your son,| that with | a fear|ful soul
             ,      ,        ,         ,         ,
      Leads^dis|conten|ted steps | in for|eign soil,
             ,       ,         ,                ,    ,
      This fair | alli|ance, quick|ly shall / call home
           ,        ,                ,    ,     ,
320   To high | promo|tions, and / great dig|nity.
            ,           ,            ,    2     ,         ,
      The king | that calls | your beau|teous daugh|ter wife,
         ,   2  ,           ,           x      ,
      Fami|liarly | shall call | thy Dorset | brother:
         ,           ,        ,       ,       ,
      Again | shall you | be mo|ther to | a king:
           ,         ,      ,        ,         ,
      And all | the ru|ins of | distress|ful times,
           ,           ,       ,       ,        ,
325   Repaired | with dou|ble ri|ches of | content.
        ,              ,      ,       ,        ,
      What? We | have ma|ny good|ly days | to see:
           ,        ,          ,           ,           ,
      The li|quid drops | of tears | that you | have shed,
              ,       ,            ,        ,   2     ,
      Shall come | again,| transformed | to o|rient pearl,
         ,      ,            ,          ,     ,
      Advan|taging | their loan,| with in|terest
       .  T    T    T        ,        ,      ,
330   Of ten times dou|ble gain | of hap|piness.
       ,            ,        ,         ,        ,
      Go then |(my mo|ther) to | thy daugh|ter go,
             ,          ,        ,       ,      2    ,  2
      Make bold | her bash|ful years,| with your ex|perience,
           ,          ,         ,       ,         ,
      Prepare | her ears | to hear | a woo|er's tale.
       ,            ,        ,        2  ,         ,
      Put in | her ten|der heart,| the aspi|ring flame
          ,       ,   2     ,       ,            ,       ->
335   Of gol|den so|vereignty:| acquaint | the prin||cess
          2        ,    ,        ,         ,          ,
      With the / sweet si|lent hours | of mar|riage joys:
            ,          ,         ,           ,    ,
      And when | this arm | of mine | hath chas|tised
      <-        ,       ,        T     T      T      ,
        The || petty | rebel,| dull-brained Buck|ingham,
        ,              ,        ,          ,        ,
      Bound with | trium|phant gar|lands will | I come,
            ,          ,        ,      ,     2      ,
340   And lead | thy daugh|ter to | a con|queror's bed:
           ,        ,        ,        ,         ,
      To whom | I will | retail | my con|quest won,
           ,         2     ,         ,      ,          ,
      And she | shall be sole | victress,| Caesar's | Caesar.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
        ,      2      ,        ,          ,          ,
      What were I | best to | say, her | father's | brother
             ,         ,     ,      2     ,         ,
      Would be | her lord?| Or shall I | say her | uncle?
          ,          ,         ,          ,         ,       ->
345   Or he | that slew | her bro|thers, and | her un||cles?
       ,    2      ,       ,        ,          ,
      Un|der what ti|tle shall | I woo | for thee,
            ,         ,        ,       ,          ,
      That God,| the law,| my ho|nor, and | her love,
            ,           ,        ,        ,        ,
      Can make | seem plea|sing to | her ten|der years?
 
KING RICHARD III
         ,          ,           ,          ,       ,      2->
      Infer | fair^Eng|land's peace | by this | alli||ance.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
             ,           ,                 ,    ,        ,
350   Which she | shall pur|chase with / still las|ting war.
 
KING RICHARD III
        ,              ,          ,         ,         ,
      Tell her,| the king | that may | command,| entreats.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
            ,         ,                    ,     ,         ,
      That at | her hands,| which the / king's King | forbids.
 
KING RICHARD III
       ,                ,       ,          ,       ,
      Say, she | shall be | a high | and migh|ty queen.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
           ,         ,       ,        ,        ,
      To vail | the ti|tle, as | her mo|ther doth.
 
KING RICHARD III
       ,             ,         ,    ,       ,
355   Say I | will love | her ev|erlas|tingly.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
           ,      ,                ,     ,       ,
      But how | long shall | that ti|tle e|ver last?
 
KING RICHARD III
        ,            ,        ,         ,            ,
      Sweetly | in force,| unto | her fair | life's^end.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
           ,           ,                    ,    ,    ,
      But how | long fair|ly shall her // sweet lie last?
 
KING RICHARD III
           ,          x          ,        ,         ,
      As long | as heaven | and na|ture leng|thens it.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
           ,         ,         ,        ,         ,
360   As long | as hell | and Richard likes | of it.
 
KING RICHARD III
          ,        ,   2       ,        ,        ,
      Say^I | her so|vereign, am | her sub|ject low.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
           ,          ,           ,            ,   2     ,
      But she | your sub|ject, loathes | such so|vereignty.
 
KING RICHARD III
         ,     ,         ,       ,        ,
      Be e|loquent | in my | behalf | to her.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
          ,        ,       ,     ,          ,
      An ho|nest tale | speeds best, being plainly told.
 
KING RICHARD III
             ,       ,         ,        ,        ,
365   Then plain|ly to | her tell | my lo|ving tale.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
        ,              ,             ,    ,         ,
      Plain and | not^ho|nest, is / too harsh | a style.
 
KING RICHARD III
            ,              ,    ,        ,          ,
      Your rea|sons are / too shal|low, and | too quick.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
         ,       ,              ,    ,          ,
      O no,| my rea|sons are / too deep | and dead;
            ,          ,          ,         ,            ,
      Too deep | and dead |(poor^in|fants) in | their graves.
        ,    2       ,           ,           T      T      T
370   Harp on it | still shall | I, till | heart-strings break.
 
KING RICHARD III
        ,   ,                 ,    ,                  ,
      Harp not / on that | string ma/dam, that | is past.
       ,             ,         ,        ,         ,
      Now by | my George,| my gar|ter, and | my crown.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
           ,         ,         ,          ,         ,
      Profaned,| disho|nored, and | the third | usurped.
 
KING RICHARD III
          ,
      I swear.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
                   ,         ,       Tx    T   T
               By no|thing, for | this is no oath:
             ,          ,            ,         ,     ,      o
375   The George | profaned,| hath lost | his ho|ly ho|nor;
           ,       ,             ,           ,        ,       o
      The gar|ter ble|mished, pawned | his knight|ly vir|tue;   (hex with prev)
            ,         ,            ,           ,      ,      o
      The crown | usurped, | disgraced | his king|ly glo|ry:  (hex with prev)
           ,          ,              ,         ,        ,
      If some|thing thou | wouldst swear | to be | believed,
        ,               ,           ,           ,           ,
      Swear then | by some|thing, that | thou hast | not wronged.
 
KING RICHARD III
            ,       ,
380   Then by | myself.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
                             ,         ,         ,
                        Thyself,| is self | misused.
 
KING RICHARD III
           ,         ,
      Now by | the world.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
                                ,               ,     ,
                         'Tis full | of thy / foul wrongs.
 
KING RICHARD III
          ,          ,
      My fa|ther's death.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
                                ,      ,    2     ,
385                       Thy life | hath it dis|honored.
 
KING RICHARD III
       ,       2       Tx
      Why then, by | Heaven.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
                                Tx       T          ,        ,
                              Heaven's wrong | is most | of all:
           ,            ,         ,          ,          ,
      If thou | didst fear | to break | an oath | with him,
          ,    ,         ,        ,         ,
      The u|nity | the king | my hus|band made,
             ,          ,        ,        ,          ,
      Thou hadst | not bro|ken, nor | my bro|thers died.
           ,             ,          ,          ,        ,
390   If thou | hadst feared | to break | an oath | by him,
         2   ,   2   ,       ,         ,          ,
      The impe|rial me|tal, cir|cling now | thy head,
             ,          ,       ,        ,        ,
      Had graced | the ten|der tem|ples of | my child,
            ,          ,       ,           ,          ,
      And both | the prin|ces had | been brea|thing here,
             ,          ,       ,   ,              ,
      Which^now | two* ten|der bed|fellows | for dust,
           ,        ,            ,        ,          ,
395   Thy bro|ken faith | hath made | a prey | for worms.
             ,            ,         ,
      What canst | thou swear | by now.
 
KING RICHARD III
                                              ,         ,
                                        The time | to come.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
        ,                 ,                 ,   ,   __
      That thou | hast wronged | in the / time ore|past:
          ,       ,          ,      ,          ,
      For I | myself | have ma|ny tears | to wash
           ,       ,          ,      ,      ,
400   Hereaf|ter time,| for time | past, wronged / by thee.
            ,         ,           ,         ,            ,          o
      The chil|dren live,| whose fa|thers thou | hast slaugh|tered,
         ,          ,          ,         ,           ,
      Ungo|verned youth,| to wail | it with | their age;
           ,         ,            ,         ,           ,        o
      The pa|rents live,| whose chil|dren thou | hast butch|ered,  (hex with prev)
       T    Tx      T          ,         ,           ,
      Old barren plants,| to wail | it with | their age.
        ,              ,         ,          ,           ,
405   Swear not | by time | to come;| for that | thou hast
           ,          ,         ,          ,         ,
      Misused | ere used,| by time | ill-used | orepast.
 
KING RICHARD III
         ,       ,         ,        ,        ,
      As I | intend | to pros|per, and | repent:
            ,     ,          ,      ,        ,
      So thrive | I in | my dan|gerous | affairs
          ,         ,        ,        ,         ,
      Of hos|tile arms:| myself,| myself | confound:
         x          ,        ,        ,       ,
410   Heaven,| and for|tune bar | me hap|py hours:
            ,         ,          ,            ,           ,
      Day^yield | me not | thy light;| nor, night,| thy rest.
          ,     ,         ,              ,    ,
      Be op|posite | all pla|nets of / good luck
          ,       ,         ,          ,              ,
      To my | procee|ding, if | with dear | heart's^love,
         ,     ,       ,        ,        ,
      Imma|culate | devo|tion, ho|ly thoughts,
         ,       ,          ,    2      ,        ,       ->
415   I ten|der not | thy beau|teous prince|ly daugh||ter.
       ,    ,         ,         ,   2            ,
      In | her, con|sists my | happiness,| and thine:
           ,          ,        ,       ,          ,
      Without | her, fol|lows to | myself,| and thee,
           ,          ,         ,   2    ,          ,
      Herself,| the land,| and ma|ny a Chris|tian soul,
       ___     ,    ,        ,        2   ,
      Death,| deso|lation,| ruin,| and decay:
          ,       ,     ,        ,         ,
420   It can|not be | avoi|ded, but | by this:
           ,         ,     ,        ,         ,
      It will | not be | avoi|ded, but | by this.
             ,           ,       ,          ,         ,
      Therefore | dear* mo|ther (I | must call | you so)
       ,          ,       ,        ,        ,
      Be the | attor|ney of | my love | to her:
        ,              ,     ,          ,             ,
      Plead what | I will | be, not | what I | have been;
       ,           ,           ,        ,        ,
425   Not my | deserts,| but what | I will | deserve:
        ,           ,     ,         ,          ,
      Urge the | neces|sity | and state | of times,
           ,        ,         ,         ,         ,
      And be | not pee|vish-fond,| in great | designs.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
            ,        ,       ,        ,       ,
      Shall I | be temp|ted of | the de|vil thus?
 
KING RICHARD III
       ,             ,       ,               ,   ,
      Aye, if | the de|vil tempt | you to / do good.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
        ,           ,        ,        ,       ,
430   Shall I | forget | myself,| to be | myself?
 
KING RICHARD III
       ,               ,        ,           ,           ,
      Aye, if | yourself's | remem|brance wrong | yourself.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
       T    T    T       ,         ,        oo
      Yet thou didst | kill my | children.|
 
KING RICHARD III
           ,          ,           ,       ,      ,
      But in | your daugh|ter's womb | I bu|ry them:
        ,               ,         ,        ,           ,
      Where in | that nest | of spice|ry they | will breed
         ,               ,          ,       ,       ,
435   Selves of | themselves,| to your | recom|forture.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
            ,       ,         ,        ,         ,
      Shall I | go win | my daugh|ter to | thy will?
 
KING RICHARD III
           ,      ,      ,       ,         ,
      And be | a hap|py mo|ther by | the deed.
 
QUEEN ELIZABETH
         ,     ,            ,      ,       o
      I go,| write to | me ve|ry shor|tly.
           ,           ,      ,           ,         ,
      And you | shall un|derstand | from me | her mind.
 
KING RICHARD III
        ,     2       T     T     T         ,         ,
440   Bear her my | true love's kiss,| and so | farewell.
 
[Exit QUEEN ELIZABETH]
         ,         ,          ,        ,        ,     ->
      Relen|ting fool,| and shal|low-chan|ging wo||man.
 
[Enter RATCLIFF; CATESBY following]
       ,     T     T    T
      How | now, what news?  \\
 
RATCLIFF
        T    T  .  T   2       ,        ,         ,
      Most mighty so|vereign, on | the wes|tern coast
       ,           ,        ,      ,          ,
      Rideth | a puis|sant na|vy: to | our shores
         ,           ,        ,        ,         ,
445   Throng ma|ny doubt|ful hol|low-hear|ted friends,
          ,          ,      ,          ,           ,
      Unarmed,| and un|resolved | to beat | them back.
              ,             ,        ,          ,    ,
      'Tis thought,| that Rich|mond is | their ad|miral:
            ,            ,       ,        ,         ,
      And there | they hull,| expec|ting but | the aid
           ,      ,        ,         ,       ,
      Of Buck|ingham,| to wel|come them | ashore.
 
KING RICHARD III
             ,             ,       ,    2        ,        ,
450   Some light-|foot* friend | post to the | Duke of | Norfolk:
       ,              ,         ,         ,         ,
      Ratcliff | thyself,| or Cates|by, where | is he?
 
CATESBY
        ,                ,
      Here, my | good* lord.
 
KING RICHARD III
                              ,        ,             ,
                            Catesby,| fly to | the duke.
 
CATESBY
          ,         ,          ,        ,   2     ,
      I will,| my lord,| with all | conven|ient haste.
 
KING RICHARD III
       ,                ,         ,        ,      x
455   Ratcliff | come* hi|ther, post | to Sa|lisbury:
        ,      2         ,          ,       ,        ,
      When thou comst | thither:| Dull un|mindful | villain,
             ,            ,          ,      ,             ,
      Why stayst | thou here,| and goest | not to | the duke?
 
CATESBY
        T     T   .   T       ,    2         ,          ,
      First, mighty liege,| tell me your | Highness'| pleasure,
        ,      2         ,         ,       ,       ,
      What from your | grace I | shall de|liver | to him.
 
KING RICHARD III
          ,           ,        ,         ,        ,
460   O true,| good Cates|by, bid | him le|vy straight
            ,           ,           ,      ,         ,
      The grea|test strength | and po|wer he | can make,
            ,        ,      ,        x     2
      And meet | me sud|denly | at Salis|bury.
 
CATESBY
                                                 ,
                                              I go.
 
[Exit]
 
RATCLIFF
        ,      2        ,           ,        ,       ,  3  3
      What, may it | please you,| shall I | do at | Salisbury?
 
KING RICHARD III
       ,             ,            T   T     .  T       ,
      Why, what | wouldst thou | do there, before | I go?
 
RATCLIFF
             ,         ,       ,            ,        ,
465   Your high|ness told | me I | should post | before.
 
KING RICHARD III
           ,          ,        ,              ,          ,
      My mind | is changed:| Stanley,| what news | with you?
 
STANLEY [entering]
        ,               ,           ,      ,      2        ,
      None, good*| my liege,| to please | you with the | hearing,
            ,        ,          ,         ,      ,      2->
      Nor none | so bad,| but well | may be | repor||ted.
 
KING RICHARD III
          ,       ,        ,         ,         ,
      Hoyday,| a rid|dle, nei|ther good | nor bad:
              ,           ,        ,      ,        ,
470   What needst | thou run | so ma|ny miles | about,
             ,            ,          ,         ,        ,
      When thou | mayst tell | thy tale | the nea|rest way?
             ,           ,
      Once^more,| what news?
 
STANLEY
                              ,            ,         ,
                            Richmond | is on | the seas.
 
KING RICHARD III
        ,               ,         ,         ,     ,
      There let | him sink,| and be | the seas | on him,
        T     x      T     ,           ,         ,
475   White-livered run|agate,| what doth | he there?
 
STANLEY
          ,            ,      ,   2       ,         ,
      I know | not*, migh|ty so|vereign, but | by guess.
 
KING RICHARD III
       __    __   ___    ___    oo
      Well,| as | you | guess.|
 
STANLEY
         ,      2      ,         ,      ,          ,
      Stirred up by | Dorset,| Bucking|ham, and | Morton,
           ,          ,          ,         ,           ,
      He makes | for Eng|land, here | to claim | the crown.
 
KING RICHARD III
                 ,    ,       ,         ,          ,
480   Is the / chair emp|ty? Is | the sword | unswayed?
                 ,    ,         ,       ,       ,
      Is the / king dead?| The em|pire un|possessed?
             ,         ,         ,        ,         ,
      What heir | of York | is there | alive,| but we?
           ,        ,           ,          ,              ,
      And who | is Eng|land's king,| but great | York's^heir?
        ,     ,                 ,          ,          ,
      Then, tell / me, what | makes he | upon | the seas?
 
STANLEY
          ,          ,         ,        ,        ,
485   Unless | for that,| my liege,| I can|not guess.
 
KING RICHARD III
          ,          ,         ,         ,          ,
      Unless | for that | he comes | to be | your liege,
           ,        ,            ,          ,         ,
      You can|not guess | wherefore | the Welsh|man comes.
             ,        ,         ,        ,        ,
      Thou wilt | revolt,| and fly | to him,| I fear.
 
STANLEY
       ,               ,           ,         ,         ,
      No, my | good* lord,| therefore | mistrust | me not.
 
KING RICHARD III
        ,             ,       ,         ,          ,
490   Where is | thy pow|er then,| to beat | him back?
        ,             ,         ,         ,      ,
      Where be | thy te|nants, and | thy fol|lowers?
            ,         ,      ,         ,         ,
      Are they | not now | upon | the wes|tern shore,
        ,       ,             ,        ,            ,
      Safe-con|ducting | the re|bels from | their ships?
 
STANLEY
       ,               ,          ,           ,         ,
      No, my | good* lord,| my friends | are in | the north.
 
KING RICHARD III
        T     T     .  T         ,         ,         ,
495   Cold friends to me:| what do | they in | the north,
             ,             ,            ,   2      ,         ,
      When they | should serve | their so|vereign in | the west?
 
STANLEY
                   ,    ,        ,         ,       ,
      They have / not been | comman|ded, migh|ty king:
        ,              ,     ,        ,         ,
      Pleaseth | your ma|jesty | to give | me leave,
            ,       ,         ,            ,           ,
      I'll mus|ter up | my friends,| and meet | your grace,
        ,                 ,          ,    ,             ,
500   Where, and | what time | your ma|jesty | shall please.
 
KING RICHARD III
       ,             ,           ,          ,           ,
      Aye, thou | wouldst be | gone, to | join with | Richmond:
            ,          ,
      But I'll | not trust | thee.
 
STANLEY
                                     ,      ,       ,  2
                                   Most | mighty | sovereign,
       ,      2       ,          ,          ,           ,
      You have no | cause to | hold my | friendship | doubtful,
         ,      ,         ,       ,         ,
505   I ne|ver was,| nor ne|ver will | be false.
 
KING RICHARD III
       ,             ,       ,          ,         ,
      Go then,| and mus|ter men;| but leave | behind
        .   T     T     T         ,           ,          ,
      Your son George Stan|ley: look | your heart | be firm,
           ,          ,         ,        ,         ,
      Or else | his head's | assu|rance is | but frail.
 
STANLEY
           ,          ,       ,           ,        ,
      So deal | with him,| as I | prove true | to you.
 
[Exit. Enter a MESSENGER]
 
MESSENGER
          ,         ,   2       ,        ,      ,
510   My gra|cious so|vereign, now | in De|vonshire,
         ,         ,           ,    ,      ,
      As I | by friends | am well-|adver|tised,
      <-        ,         ,         ,          ,        ,
        Sir || Edward | Courtney,| and the | haughty | prelate,
       ,    2      ,   ,          ,       ,
      Bishop of | Exe|ter, his | elder | brother,
            ,      ,        ,     ,        2     ,
      With ma|ny more | confe|derates,| are in arms.
 
[Enter another MESSENGER]
 
SECOND MESSENGER
           ,         ,           ,          ,         ,
515   In Kent,| my liege,| the Guild|fords are | in arms,
          ,       ,      ,        ,     ,
      And e|very ho|ur more | compe|titors
        ,     2       ,        ,            Tx    T      T
      Flock to the | rebels,| and their | power grows strong.
 
[Enter another MESSENGER]
 
THIRD MESSENGER
           ,         ,           ,     ,      ,
      My lord,| the ar|my of / great Buck|ingham.
 
KING RICHARD III
       ,             ,     ,              ,          ,
      Out on | ye, owls,| nothing | but songs | of death,
        T      T    T      ,            T     Tx     T
520   There, take thou | that, till | bring better news.
 
THIRD MESSENGER
            ,        ,         ,          ,    ,
      The news | I have | to tell | your ma|jesty,
       ,      2      ,          ,            ,        ,
      Is, that by | sudden | floods, and | fall of | waters,
        ,       ,    ,   2          ,           ,
      Bucking|ham's ar/my is dis|persed and | scattered;
           ,        ,     ,           ,       ,
      And he | himself | wandered | away | alone,
       T  T    T      ,      2
525   No man knows | whither.
 
KING RICHARD III
                                   ,          ,
                              I | cry thee | mercy:
        ,             ,          ,           ,         ,
      There is | my purse,| to cure | that blow | of thine.
           ,      ,      ,        ,           ,
      Hath a|ny well-|advi|sed friend | proclaimed
          ,        ,            ,           ,       ,
      Reward | to him | that brings | the trai|tor in?
 
THIRD MESSENGER
            ,      ,        ,           ,         ,
530   Such pro|clama|tion hath | been made,| my lord.
 
[Enter another MESSENGER]
 
FOURTH MESSENGER
           ,       ,     2      ,         ,     ,
      Sir Tho|mas Lo|vel, and Lord | Marquis | Dorset,
             ,         ,          ,         ,         ,
      'Tis said,| my liege,| in York|shire are | in arms:
                   ,   ,         ,     ,   2         ,
      But this / good com|fort bring | I to your | highness,
           ,       ,   3  3      ,         ,       o
      The Bre|ton na|vy is dispersed | by tem|pest.
        ,            ,       ,           ,        ,
535   Richmond | in Dor|setshire | sent out | a boat
       ,           ,         ,           ,         ,
      Unto | the shore,| to ask | those^on | the banks,
           ,          ,       ,          ,        ,
      If they | were his | assis|tants, yea,| or no?
           ,         ,           ,           ,      ,
      Who an|swered him,| they came | from Buck|ingham.
        ,         ,       ,        ,         ,
      Upon | his par|ty: he | mistrus|ting them,
              ,          ,           ,        ,          ,    ,
540   Hoist^sail,| and made | his course | again | for Brit|tany.
 
KING RICHARD III
        T    T    T      ,    ,               ,       __
      March on, march | on, since / we are | up in | arms,   (hex with prev)
          ,         ,           ,       ,     ,
      If not | to fight | with fo|reign e|nemies,
       ,              ,           ,        ,         ,
      Yet to | beat^down | these re|bels here | at home.
 
[Re-enter CATESBY]
 
CATESBY
           ,           ,         ,      ,         x
      My liege,| the Duke | of Buck|ingham | is taken,
        ,             ,      ,       2        ,         ,
545   That is | the best | news: that the | Earl of | Richmond
       ,     2      ,        x    ,            ,
      Is with a | mighty | power lan/ded at | Milford,
          ,        ,         ,           ,         ,
      Is col|der news,| but yet | they must | be told.
 
KING RICHARD III
        ,             ,    3 3     ,         ,        ,
      Away | towards Sa|lisbury, while | we rea|son here,
         ,      ,        ,         ,          ,
      A roy|al bat|tle might | be won | and lost:
        ,             ,       ,      ,          ,
550   Someone | take or|der Buck|ingham | be brought
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      To Sa|lisbury,| the rest | march on | with me.
 
[Flourish. Exeunt]

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