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- $Title{King Richard III: Act II, Scene IV}
- $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 IV: London. The palace.
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- {Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, young YORK, QUEEN
- ELIZABETH, and the DUCHESS OF YORK}
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- ARCHBISHOP OF YORK: 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.
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- DUCHESS OF YORK: I long with all my heart to see the prince:
- I hope he is much grown since last I saw him.
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- QUEEN ELIZABETH: But I hear, no; they say my son of York
- Hath almost overta'en him in his growth.
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- YORK: Ay, mother; but I would not have it so.
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- DUCHESS OF YORK: Why, my young cousin, it is good to grow.
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- YORK: Grandam, one night, as we did sit at supper, 10
- My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow
- More than my brother: 'Ay,' quoth my uncle
- Gloucester,
- 'Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace:'
- And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast,
- Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.
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- DUCHESS OF YORK: Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold
- In him that did object the same to thee;
- He was the wretched'st thing when he was young,
- So long a-growing and so leisurely,
- That, if this rule were true, he should be gracious. 20
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- ARCHBISHOP OF YORK: Why, madam, so, no doubt, he is.
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- DUCHESS OF YORK: I hope he is; but yet let mothers doubt.
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- YORK: Now, by my troth, if I had been remember'd,
- I could have given my uncle's grace a flout,
- To touch his growth nearer than he touch'd mine.
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- DUCHESS OF YORK: How, my pretty York? I pray thee, let me hear it.
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- YORK: Marry, they say my uncle grew so fast
- That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old
- 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth.
- Grandam, this would have been a biting jest. 30
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- DUCHESS OF YORK: I pray thee, pretty York, who told thee this?
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- YORK: Grandam, his nurse.
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- DUCHESS OF YORK: His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou wert born.
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- YORK: If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me.
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- QUEEN ELIZABETH: A parlous boy: go to, you are too shrewd.
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- ARCHBISHOP OF YORK: Good madam, be not angry with the child.
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- QUEEN ELIZABETH: Pitchers have ears.
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- {Enter a Messenger.}
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- ARCHBISHOP OF YORK: Here comes a messenger. What news?
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- Messenger: Such news, my lord, as grieves me to unfold.
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- QUEEN ELIZABETH: How fares the prince? 40
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- Messenger: Well, madam, and in health.
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- DUCHESS OF YORK: What is thy news then?
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- Messenger: Lord Rivers and Lord Grey are sent to Pomfret,
- With them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.
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- DUCHESS OF YORK: Who hath committed them?
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- Messenger: The mighty dukes
- Gloucester and Buckingham.
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- QUEEN ELIZABETH: For what offence?
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- Messenger: The sum of all I can, I have disclosed;
- Why or for what these nobles were committed
- Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.
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- QUEEN ELIZABETH: Ay me, I see the downfall of our house! 50
- The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind;
- Insulting tyranny begins to jet
- Upon the innocent and aweless throne:
- Welcome, destruction, death, and massacre!
- I see, as in a map, the end of all.
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- DUCHESS OF YORK: Accursed and unquiet wrangling days,
- How many of you have mine eyes beheld!
- My husband lost his life to get the crown;
- And often up and down my sons were toss'd,
- For me to joy and weep their gain and loss: 60
- And being seated, and domestic broils
- Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors.
- Make war upon themselves; blood against blood,
- Self against self: O, preposterous
- And frantic outrage, end thy damned spleen;
- Or let me die, to look on death no more!
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- QUEEN ELIZABETH: Come, come, my boy; we will to sanctuary.
- Madam, farewell.
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- DUCHESS OF YORK: I'll go along with you.
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- QUEEN ELIZABETH: You have no cause.
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- ARCHBISHOP OF YORK: My gracious lady, go;
- And thither bear your treasure and your goods. 70
- For my part, I'll resign unto your grace
- The seal I keep: and so betide to me
- As well I tender you and all of yours!
- Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary.
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- [Exeunt.]
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