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At the Battle of Bosworth Field the following day, Richard III’s supporters desert him and Richmond kills him, taking the throne as King Henry VII. Stay, you that bear the corse, and set it down. Or, by Saint Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot. 'Zounds, he dies: I had forgot the reward. Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots? None good, my lord, to please you with the hearing; Nor none so bad, but it may well be told. Even so; an't please your worship, Brakenbury, We speak no treason, man: we say the king, Is wise and virtuous, and his noble queen. God grant him health! And every tongue brings in a several tale. With all your just proceedings in this cause. For me to joy and weep their gain and loss: Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors. Had graced the tender temples of my child. Naught to do with mistress Shore! In this just suit come I to move your grace. Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloucester. Which here we waken to our country's good. Then, masters, look to see a troublous world. Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your honour. Why, my young cousin, it is good to grow. But praying, to enrich his watchful soul: Happy were England, would this gracious prince. How! And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms: Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George, Farewell: the leisure and the fearful time. For it requires the royal debt it lent you. Why wither not the leaves the sap being gone? Look, what is done cannot be now amended: Which after hours give leisure to repent. 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. And every tale condemns me for a villain. When have I injured thee? Lord cardinal, will your grace, Persuade the queen to send the Duke of York. And in the breath of bitter words let's smother. My gracious lord, I'll tell him what you say. Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God above. And ample interchange of sweet discourse. Come, muster men: my counsel is my shield; We must be brief when traitors brave the field. Richard III by William Shakespeare, BBC Radio 7, 31 October 2009 . For thee to murder: for my daughters, Richard. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my shoulders. Inter their bodies as becomes their births: And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life; Have a tongue to doom my brother's death. The prince my brother hath outgrown me far. Of course, the monarch on the throne when Shakespeare wrote Richard III, Queen Elizabeth I, was the granddaughter of Henry VII, the king who had initiated the Tudor dynasty. And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce. Last longer telling than thy kindness' date. Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glass. accuseth him; he cannot swear, but it cheques him; he cannot lie with his neighbour's wife, but it, detects him: 'tis a blushing shamefast spirit that, mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of, obstacles: it made me once restore a purse of gold, that I found; it beggars any man that keeps it: it, is turned out of all towns and cities for a, dangerous thing; and every man that means to live, well endeavours to trust to himself and to live, 'Zounds, it is even now at my elbow, persuading me, Take the devil in thy mind, and relieve him not: he. I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid: But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd: God and good angel fight on Richmond's side; And Richard falls in height of all his pride. Edward and Clarence. Shall these enjoy our lands? Well, let that pass. But how long shall that title 'ever' last? Come, come, you mock me; this is not the way. Then, finally, Richard sends a hired killer, James Tyrell, to the Tower of London, where he has imprisoned the two princes, and has them both killed. So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. With Laurence Olivier, Cedric Hardwicke, Nicholas Hannen, Ralph Richardson. Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness freezeth: Say, have I thy consent that they shall die? I saw good strawberries in your garden there. Richard is thus crowned King, much to the horror of the various queens (Elizabeth, the widow of Edward IV; Anne, the widow of the man Richard had murdered; and Margaret, the widow of Henry VI, also murdered by Richard in 3 Henry VI) who call out Richard’s abhorrent behaviour. Death and destruction dog thee at the heels; Thy mother's name is ominous to children. Thy age confirm'd, proud, subdued, bloody. To my proceedings, if, with pure heart's love. a horse! We will unite the white rose and the red: That long have frown'd upon their enmity! And not be Richard that hath done all this. Ay, my good lord; and no one in this presence. (from Richard III, spoken by Gloucester) Now is the winter of our discontent. Another street. Let him be crown'd; in him your comfort lives: Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave. Would all were well! here will I lie tonight; But where to-morrow? My damned son, which thy two sweet sons smother'd. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky. Richard then tells Edward that Clarence is dead and makes Edward feel guilty over their brother’s death; since Edward is already sick and dying, his guilt accelerates his decline and he dies soon afterwards. Buckingham's army is dispersed and scatter'd; There is my purse to cure that blow of thine. For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter. Broadcast in tribute to the seventy-fifth anniversary of the BBC’s Maida Vale studios, Jane Morgan’s revival celebrated the vocal virtues of its leading man. Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd love. As snow in harvest. And, when thou wed'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed; As thou hast made me by my dear lord's death! I'll draw the form and model of our battle. In Richard III, Shakespeare paints a picture of a life lived in darkness. Was not your husband. I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within. Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow. The king, that calls your beauteous daughter wife. Good news or bad, that thou comest in so bluntly? with all my heart. But you must trouble him with lewd complaints. I'll join with black despair against my soul. Then cursed she Hastings, then cursed she Buckingham, Then cursed she Richard. Good Captain Blunt, bear my good night to him. Go on before; I'll talk with this good fellow. Were jocund, and supposed their state was sure. That none of you may live your natural age. Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm. So season'd with your faithful love to me. A black day will it be to somebody. Kind sister, thanks: we'll enter all together. King Edward V, and Richard, Duke of York: Imprisoned by Richard, Duke of Gloucester (Now Richard III.) Curse not thyself, fair creature thou art both. The George, profaned, hath lost his holy honour; The garter, blemish'd, pawn'd his knightly virtue; The crown, usurp'd, disgraced his kingly glory. No, no; by God's good grace his son shall reign. I, like a child, will go by thy direction. Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle cozen'd. If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas, And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell. La plupart des historiens datent la rédaction de Richard III de 1591 ou 1592. Well struck in years, fair, and not jealous; We say that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot. am I king? Think on the Tower and me: despair, and die! O, cut my lace in sunder, that my pent heart, May have some scope to beat, or else I swoon. But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on. March on, march on, since we are up in arms; Yet to beat down these rebels here at home. What, myself upon myself? Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here. would insinuate with thee but to make thee sigh. Richard also tells King Edward, his brother, that their brother Clarence is plotting against Edward; while Clarence is being imprisoned in the Tower of London, Richard sends men to drown Clarence in a butt of Malmsey wine. They, for their truth, might better wear their heads. To help thee curse that poisonous bunchback'd toad. Even in so short a space, my woman's heart. No; then he will say 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes. The last was I that helped thee to the crown; Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death: Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath! Shakespeare's powerful tale of the wicked deformed King and his conquests, both on the battlefield and in the boudoir. What from your grace I shall deliver to him. That bottled spider, that foul bunch-back'd toad! Harry, that prophesied thou shouldst be king. And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them. Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent; Much more to be thus opposite with heaven. As one that are best acquainted with her humour. Are come to have some conference with his grace. Say, I, her sovereign, am her subject love. La totalité de ces quatre pièces a été écrite au début de la carrière du dramaturge. Unmanner'd dog! Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st the stroke. Make bold her bashful years with your experience; Put in her tender heart the aspiring flame, Of golden sovereignty; acquaint the princess, With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys. 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. As Richard III opens, Richard is Duke of Gloucester and his brother, Edward IV, is king.Richard is eager to clear his way to the crown. That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! threat you me with telling of the king? Such news, my lord, as grieves me to unfold. Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever. First, he commends him to your noble lordship. Another street. I am your sorrow's nurse, Comfort, dear mother: God is much displeased. The Countess Richmond, good my Lord of Derby. James R Siemon examines the attraction of this villain to audiences and focuses on how beguiling, even funny, he can be, especially in the earlier parts of the play. That princely novice, was struck dead by thee? For God's sake, let not us two be behind; To part the queen's proud kindred from the king. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Ely. Then, tell me, what doth he upon the sea? Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings. fight, bold yoemen! Profaned, dishonour'd, and the third usurp'd. Or that we would, against the form of law. I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife, Well, well, he was the covert'st shelter'd traitor, We live to tell it you, the subtle traitor, This day had plotted, in the council-house. Meantime, God grants that we have need of you: Your brother is imprison'd by your means, Held in contempt; whilst many fair promotions. Why, then 'tis time to arm and give direction. He lives that loves thee better than he could. Tongue-tied ambition, not replying, yielded. To-morrow, in mine opinion, is too sudden; As else I would be, were the day prolong'd. Having no more but thought of what thou wert. First, mighty sovereign, let me know your mind. But first I'll turn yon fellow in his grave; Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass, Have patience, madam: there's no doubt his majesty. Directed by Laurence Olivier. the order was reversed. Tell her thou madest away her uncle Clarence. Bad news, by'r lady; seldom comes the better: I fear, I fear 'twill prove a troublous world. 'tis so: but Edward lives. Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical. 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. The remorseful king learns that Clarence has … As Harold Bloom observes in his analysis of Richard III in his Shakespeare: The Invention Of The Human, the least successful poetry in the play is when Shakespeare is trying to depict Richard’s sudden pricking of conscience on the eve of the battle, and trying to create an inner life for Richard. Welcome to the LitCharts study guide on William Shakespeare's Richard III. And, by despairing, shouldst thou stand excused; Which didst unworthy slaughter upon others. A complete database of Shakespeare's Monologues. Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest; Your honour hath no shriving work in hand. His master's son, as worshipful as he terms it. The children live, whose parents thou hast. Farewell, York's wife, and queen of sad mischance: These English woes will make me smile in France. Richard III is a play by William Shakespeare that was first performed in 1633. 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. Did you confer with him? You say that Edward is your brother's son: Your mother lives a witness to that vow--. With the two boys out the way, Richard (older Richard) would be King. Help not all, yet do they ease the heart. Who told me, when we both lay in the field, Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me. Your highness told me I should post before. You have, my lord: would it might please your grace. Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; For now he lives in fame, though not in life. The play is closely related to and concludes his trilogy on Henry VI, which he probably began in about 1590. However, Richard reneges on his promise to give Buckingham a better title or dukedom, and in his anger, Buckingham deserts Richard and starts a revolt against him. What is my offence? Now thy proud neck bears half my burthen'd yoke; From which even here I slip my weary neck. Ay, millstones; as be lesson'd us to weep. Show. They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; And therefore level not to hit their lives. And towards London they do bend their course, Tell him the queen hath heartily consented. Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood! I do love thee so. Your children were vexation to your youth. God and our good cause fight upon our side; The prayers of holy saints and wronged souls. Richard of York! That spoil'd your summer fields and fruitful vines, Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough, In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine. Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheerfully; God and Saint George! Good faith, and when I met this holy man. By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly. Do, good my lord, lest all the land do rue it. But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now? Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine. But I know none, and therefore am no beast. Long mayst thou live to wail thy children's loss; Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stall'd in mine! And art thou yet to thy own soul so blind. Cousin of Buckingham, and you sage, grave men. Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee. Let them have scope: though what they do impart. Before we offer some words of analysis about this early history play, it might be worth recapping the plot of Richard III (and ‘plots’ of Richard III the man). A flourish, trumpets! His soul thou canst not have; therefore be gone. Where is thy power, then, to beat him back? And from the cross-row plucks the letter G. And, for my name of George begins with G, These, as I learn, and such like toys as these. While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday. Good aunt, you wept not for our father's death; How can we aid you with our kindred tears? who spake of love? Where is kind Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey? Where is thy husband now? I pity thy complaining. God bless your grace with health and happy days! Richard the second here was hack'd to death; And, for more slander to thy dismal seat. Master lieutenant, pray you, by your leave. All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes. When black-faced Clifford shook his sword at him; Nor when thy warlike father, like a child. No marvel, my lord, though it affrighted you; I promise, I am afraid to hear you tell it. Her husband, knave: wouldst thou betray me? You mean, to bear me, not to bear with me: He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders. 'Clarence is come; false, fleeting, perjured Clarence. Come, bustle, bustle; caparison my horse. He hath no friends but who are friends for fear. what noise is this? He did, my gracious lord, begin that place; Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified. Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, And here receive we from our father Stanley. Even he that makes her queen who should be else? I'll not meddle with it: it is a dangerous thing: it, makes a man a coward: a man cannot steal, but it. To threaten me with death is most unlawful. To thee, that hast nor honesty nor grace. Because you know, my lord, my mother lives. As much to you, good sister! Now, fair befall you! To the disgrace and downfall of your house: And in this resolution here we leave you.--. In thy foul throat thou liest: Queen Margaret saw. you have all moved mine. With hate in those where I expect most love! Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! What! Of these supposed-evils, to give me leave. Want to know where Richard III is set? Who knows not he is dead! To avoid the carping censures of the world. Loath to depose the child, Your brother's son; Your brother's son shall never reign our king; But we will plant some other in the throne. Both plays are about a character who is possessed by a ‘vaulting ambition’ to be King, an ambition which will prove to be their downfall once they have gained the throne. Than death can yield me here by my abode. O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children! Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered! Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them? Consorted with that harlot strumpet Shore. He joins the Earl of Richmond, a descendant of the other royal house, the House of Lancaster, who has been raising an army in France. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours; He should, for that, commit your godfathers: That you shall be new-christen'd in the Tower. What stays had I but they? For I, too fond, might have prevented this. To Brecknock, while my fearful head is on! Chop off his head, man; somewhat we will do: And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me, The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables. God will revenge it. Shamed their aspect with store of childish drops: These eyes that never shed remorseful tear, To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the Tower: And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives and reigns: When they are gone, then must I count my gains. You straight are on your knees for pardon, pardon; But for my brother not a man would speak, For him, poor soul. 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood; The which thou once didst bend against her breast. He manipulates Edward into imprisoning their brother, Clarence, and then has Clarence murdered in the Tower. From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done! The slaughter of the prince that owed that crown. Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind. With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons! Somewhat against our meaning, have prevented: Because, my lord, we would have had you heard, The traitor speak, and timorously confess. Have mercy, Jesu!--Soft! When thou hast broke it in so dear degree? And mark how well the sequel hangs together: For yesternight by Catesby was it brought me; And yet within these five hours lived Lord Hastings. are you all afraid? Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds. How doth he stand affected to our purpose; Encourage him, and show him all our reasons: Be thou so too; and so break off your talk. That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, Now cheer each other in each other's love. The broken rancour of your high-swoln hearts. Pour all your tears! Edward, my lord, your son, our king, is dead. Sorry, your blog cannot share posts by email. George, Duke of Clarence: Stabbed, then drowned in a barrel of wine. Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid, He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains. Go, by this token: rise, and lend thine ear: And I will love thee, and prefer thee too. William Shakespeare's Portrayal of Richard III. I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now. Although Richard III shows the marked influence of Christopher Marlowe on Shakespeare, we also see signs of Shakespeare overcoming his contemporary’s influence and becoming a distinctive voice in English theatre. What may she not? I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me. See, where he stands between two clergymen! And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty; So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter. Hither to London, to be crown'd our king. Because they have been still mine enemies: But, that I'll give my voice on Richard's side. what will he? Not shine to-day! He for his father's sake so loves the prince. If you will live, lament; if die, be brief. Stay, yet look back with me unto the Tower. Had rather have us win than him they follow: For what is he they follow? Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due by life usurp'd. Tell me, good grandam, is our father dead? I long to hear you tell it. More direful hap betide that hated wretch. Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part. Ungovern'd youth, to wail it in their age; The parents live, whose children thou hast butcher'd. John Duke of Norfolk, Walter Lord Ferrers. My sovereign liege, I do beseech your majesty. And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest. Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence. Send to her, by the man that slew her brothers, A pair of bleeding-hearts; thereon engrave. if two such murderers as yourselves came to you. It has 12 deaths. Looking for Richard III quotes? Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it. Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal. Lest thou increase the number of the dead; And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse. My mind is changed, sir, my mind is changed. Whither away? God witness with me, I have wept for thine. An honest tale speeds best being plainly told. What do I fear? Come, cousin, canst thou quake, and change thy colour. 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. Die in his youth by like untimely violence! I say, my lord, they have deserved death. I, as I may--that which I would I cannot,--. Where shall we sojourn till our coronation? These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. And may direct his course as please himself. In Richard III, Shakespeare invites us on a moral holiday. My Lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory. All for our vantage. Last night, I hear, they lay at Northampton; At Stony-Stratford will they be to-night: To-morrow, or next day, they will be here. Marry, God forbid his grace should say us nay! Thou know'st our reasons urged upon the way; What think'st thou? I pray thee, let me hear it.

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