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- $Title{King Richard III: Act III, 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 III
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- SCENE IV: The Tower of London.
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- {Enter BUCKINGHAM, DERBY, HASTINGS, the BISHOP OF
- ELY, RATCLIFF, LOVEL, with others, and take their
- seats at a table.}
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- HASTINGS: My lords, at once: the cause why we are met
- Is, to determine of the coronation.
- In God's name, speak: when is the royal day?
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- BUCKINGHAM: Are all things fitting for that royal time?
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- DERBY: It is, and wants but nomination.
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- BISHOP OF ELY: To-morrow, then, I judge a happy day.
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- BUCKINGHAM: Who knows the lord protector's mind herein?
- Who is most inward with the royal duke?
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- BISHOP OF ELY: Your grace, we think, should soonest know his mind.
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- BUCKINGHAM: Who, I, my lord I we know each other's faces, 10
- But for our hearts, he knows no more of mine,
- Than I of yours;
- Nor I no more of his, than you of mine.
- Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.
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- HASTINGS: I thank his grace, I know he loves me well;
- But, for his purpose in the coronation.
- I have not sounded him, nor he deliver'd
- His gracious pleasure any way therein:
- But you, my noble lords, may name the time;
- And in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice, 20
- Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part.
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- {Enter GLOUCESTER.}
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- BISHOP OF ELY: Now in good time, here comes the duke himself.
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- GLOUCESTER: My noble lords and cousins all, good morrow.
- I have been long a sleeper; but, I hope,
- My absence doth neglect no great designs,
- Which by my presence might have been concluded.
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- BUCKINGHAM: Had not you come upon your cue, my lord
- William Lord Hastings had pronounced your part,--
- I mean, your voice,--for crowning of the king.
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- GLOUCESTER: Than my Lord Hastings no man might be bolder; 30
- His lordship knows me well, and loves me well.
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- HASTINGS: I thank your grace.
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- GLOUCESTER: My lord of Ely!
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- BISHOP OF ELY: My lord?
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- GLOUCESTER: When I was last in Holborn,
- I saw good strawberries in your garden there
- I do beseech you send for some of them.
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- BISHOP OF ELY: Marry, and will, my lord, with all my heart.
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- [Exit.]
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- GLOUCESTER: Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you.
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- [Drawing him aside.]
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- Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business,
- And finds the testy gentleman so hot,
- As he will lose his head ere give consent 40
- His master's son, as worshipful as he terms it,
- Shall lose the royalty of England's throne.
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- BUCKINGHAM: Withdraw you hence, my lord, I'll follow you.
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- [Exit GLOUCESTER, BUCKINGHAM following.]
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- DERBY: We have not yet set down this day of triumph.
- To-morrow, in mine opinion, is too sudden;
- For I myself am not so well provided
- As else I would be, were the day prolong'd.
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- {Re-enter BISHOP OF ELY.}
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- BISHOP OF ELY: Where is my lord protector? I have sent for these
- strawberries.
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- HASTINGS: His grace looks cheerfully and smooth to-day;
- There's some conceit or other likes him well, 50
- When he doth bid good morrow with such a spirit.
- I think there's never a man in Christendom
- That can less hide his love or hate than he;
- For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
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- DERBY: What of his heart perceive you in his face
- By any likelihood he show'd to-day?
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- HASTINGS: Marry, that with no man here he is offended;
- For, were he, he had shown it in his looks.
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- DERBY: I pray God he be not, I say.
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- {Re-enter GLOUCESTER and BUCKINGHAM.}
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- GLOUCESTER: I pray you all, tell me what they deserve 60
- That do conspire my death with devilish plots
- Of damned witchcraft, and that have prevail'd
- Upon my body with their hellish charms?
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- HASTINGS: The tender love I bear your grace, my lord,
- Makes me most forward in this noble presence
- To doom the offenders, whatsoever they be
- I say, my lord, they have deserved death.
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- GLOUCESTER: Then be your eyes the witness of this ill:
- See how I am bewitch'd; behold mine arm
- Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up: 70
- And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch,
- Consorted with that harlot strumpet Shore,
- That by their witchcraft thus have marked me.
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- HASTINGS: If they have done this thing, my gracious lord--
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- GLOUCESTER: If I thou protector of this damned strumpet--
- Tellest thou me of 'ifs'? Thou art a traitor:
- Off with his head! Now, by Saint Paul I swear,
- I will not dine until I see the same.
- Lovel and Ratcliff, look that it be done:
- The rest, that love me, rise and follow me. 80
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- [Exeunt all but HASTINGS, RATCLIFF, and LOVEL.]
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- HASTINGS: Woe, woe for England! not a whit for me;
- For I, too fond, might have prevented this.
- Stanley did dream the boar did raze his helm;
- But I disdain'd it, and did scorn to fly:
- Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did stumble,
- And startled, when he look'd upon the Tower,
- As loath to bear me to the slaughter-house.
- O, now I want the priest that spake to me:
- I now repent I told the pursuivant
- As 'twere triumphing at mine enemies, 90
- How they at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd,
- And I myself secure in grace and favor.
- O Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse
- Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head!
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- RATCLIFF: Dispatch, my lord; the duke would be at dinner:
- Make a short shrift; he longs to see your head.
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- HASTINGS: O momentary grace of mortal men,
- Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
- Who builds his hopes in air of your good looks,
- Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, 100
- Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
- Into the fatal bowels of the deep.
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- LOVEL: Come, come, dispatch; 'tis bootless to exclaim.
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- HASTINGS: O bloody Richard! miserable England!
- I prophesy the fearful'st time to thee
- That ever wretched age hath look'd upon.
- Come, lead me to the block; bear him my head.
- They smile at me that shortly shall be dead.
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- [Exeunt.]
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