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- $Title{King Richard III: Act II, Scene I}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*00400.TXT}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- KING RICHARD III
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- ACT II
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- SCENE I: London. The palace.
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- {Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV sick, QUEEN
- ELIZABETH, DORSET, RIVERS, HASTINGS, BUCKINGHAM,
- GREY, and others.}
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- KING EDWARD IV: Why, so: now have I done a good day's work:
- You peers, continue this united league:
- I every day expect an embassage
- From my Redeemer to redeem me hence;
- And now in peace my soul shall part to heaven,
- Since I have set my friends at peace on earth.
- Rivers and Hastings, take each other's hand;
- Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love.
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- RIVERS: By heaven, my heart is purged from grudging hate:
- And with my hand I seal my true heart's love. 10
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- HASTINGS: So thrive I, as I truly swear the like!
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- KING EDWARD IV: Take heed you dally not before your king;
- Lest he that is the supreme King of kings
- Confound your hidden falsehood, and award
- Either of you to be the other's end.
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- HASTINGS: So prosper I, as I swear perfect love!
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- RIVERS: And I, as I love Hastings with my heart!
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- KING EDWARD IV: Madam, yourself are not exempt in this,
- Nor your son Dorset, Buckingham, nor you;
- You have been factious one against the other, 20
- Wife, love Lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand;
- And what you do, do it unfeignedly.
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- QUEEN ELIZABETH: Here, Hastings; I will never more remember
- Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine!
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- KING EDWARD IV: Dorset, embrace him; Hastings, love lord marquess.
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- DORSET: This interchange of love, I here protest,
- Upon my part shall be unviolable.
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- HASTINGS: And so swear I, my lord
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- [They embrace.]
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- KING EDWARD IV: Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this league
- With thy embracements to my wife's allies, 30
- And make me happy in your unity.
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- BUCKINGHAM: Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate
- On you or yours,
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- [To the Queen.]
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- but with all duteous love
- Doth cherish you and yours, God punish me
- With hate in those where I expect most love!
- When I have most need to employ a friend,
- And most assured that he is a friend
- Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile,
- Be he unto me! this do I beg of God,
- When I am cold in zeal to yours. 40
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- KING EDWARD IV: A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham,
- is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.
- There wanteth now our brother Gloucester here,
- To make the perfect period of this peace.
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- BUCKINGHAM: And, in good time, here comes the noble duke.
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- {Enter GLOUCESTER.}
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- GLOUCESTER: Good morrow to my sovereign king and queen:
- And, princely peers, a happy time of day!
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- KING EDWARD IV: Happy, indeed, as we have spent the day.
- Brother, we done deeds of charity;
- Made peace enmity, fair love of hate, 50
- Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.
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- GLOUCESTER: A blessed labor, my most sovereign liege:
- Amongst this princely heap, if any here,
- By false intelligence, or wrong surmise,
- Hold me a foe;
- If I unwittingly, or in my rage,
- Have aught committed that is hardly borne
- By any in this presence, I desire
- To reconcile me to his friendly peace:
- 'Tis death to me to be at enmity; 60
- I hate it, and desire all good men's love.
- First, madam, I entreat true peace of you,
- Which I will purchase with my duteous service;
- Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham,
- If ever any grudge were lodged between us;
- Of you, Lord Rivers, and, Lord Grey, of you;
- That without desert have frown'd on me;
- Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen; indeed, of all.
- I do not know that Englishman alive
- With whom my soul is any jot at odds 70
- More than the infant that is born to-night
- I thank my God for my humility.
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- QUEEN ELIZABETH: A holy day shall this be kept hereafter:
- I would to God all strifes were well compounded.
- My sovereign liege, I do beseech your majesty
- To take our brother Clarence to your grace.
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- GLOUCESTER: Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this
- To be so bouted in this royal presence?
- Who knows not that the noble duke is dead?
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- [They all start.]
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- You do him injury to scorn his corse. 80
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- RIVERS: Who knows not he is dead! who knows he is?
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- QUEEN ELIZABETH: All seeing heaven, what a world is this!
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- BUCKINGHAM: Look I so pale, Lord Dorset, as the rest?
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- DORSET: Ay, my good lord; and no one in this presence
- But his red color hath forsook his cheeks.
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- KING EDWARD IV: Is Clarence dead? the order was reversed.
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- GLOUCESTER: But he, poor soul, by your first order died,
- And that a winged Mercury did bear:
- Some tardy cripple bore the countermand,
- That came too lag to see him buried. 90
- God grant that some, less noble and less loyal,
- Nearer in bloody thoughts, but not in blood,
- Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did,
- And yet go current from suspicion!
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- {Enter DERBY.}
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- DORSET: A boon, my sovereign, for my service done!
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- KING EDWARD IV: I pray thee, peace: my soul is full of sorrow.
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- DORSET: I will not rise, unless your highness grant.
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- KING EDWARD IV: Then speak at once what is it thou demand'st.
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- DORSET: The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life;
- Who slew to-day a righteous gentleman 100
- Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolk.
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- KING EDWARD IV: Have a tongue to doom my brother's death,
- And shall the same give pardon to a slave?
- My brother slew no man; his fault was thought,
- And yet his punishment was cruel death.
- Who sued to me for him? who, in my rage,
- Kneel'd at my feet, and bade me be advised
- Who spake of brotherhood? who spake of love?
- Who told me how the poor soul did forsake
- The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me? 110
- Who told me, in the field by Tewksbury
- When Oxford had me down, he rescued me,
- And said, 'Dear brother, live, and be a king'?
- Who told me, when we both lay in the field
- Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me
- Even in his own garments, and gave himself,
- All thin and naked, to the numb cold night?
- All this from my remembrance brutish wrath
- Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of you
- Had so much grace to put it in my mind. 120
- But when your carters or your waiting-vassals
- Have done a drunken slaughter, and defaced
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