{"product_id":"richard-iii-isbn-9780451526953","title":"Richard III","description":"\u003cb\u003eWilliam Shakespeare's timeless tragedy follows the bloody path of the \"rudely stamped\" Richard, Duke of Gloucester, who uses his murderous guile to achieve the throne of England.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis revised Signet Classics edition includes unique features such as:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e• An overview of Shakespeare's life, world, and theater\u003cbr\u003e• A special introduction to the play by the editor\u003cbr\u003e• Selections from the source from which Shakespeare derived \u003ci\u003eRichard III\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e• Dramatic criticism\u003cbr\u003e• A comprehensive stage and screen history of notable actors, directors, and productions\u003cbr\u003e• Text, notes, and commentaries printed in the clearest, most readable text\u003cbr\u003e• And more...Richard III - William Shakespeare - Edited by Mark Eccles       Charles Lamb: Letter to Robert Lloyd, from Cooke?s ?Richard the Third?, and from On the Tragedies of Shakespeare, Considered with Reference to Their Fitness for Stage Representation\u003cbr\u003eA. P. Rossiter: Angel with Horns: The Unity of ?Richard III?\u003cbr\u003eRobert Ornstein: ?Richard III?\u003cbr\u003eMark Eccles: ?Richard III? on Stage and Screen\u003cbr\u003e\u003cp\u003eNEWLY ADDED ESSAYS: Coppelia Kahn: ?Myself Alone?: Richard III and the Dissolution of Masculine Identity\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cb\u003eWilliam Shakespeare\u003c\/b\u003e (1564–1616) was a poet, playwright, and actor who is widely regarded as one of the most influential writers in the history of the English language. Often referred to as the Bard of Avon, Shakespeare's vast body of work includes comedic, tragic, and historical plays; poems; and 154 sonnets. His dramatic works have been translated into every major language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.Chapter 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003elist of parts\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD, Duke of Gloucester, later King RICHARD III\u003cbr\u003eDuke of CLARENCE, his brother\u003cbr\u003eDuke of BUCKINGHAM\u003cbr\u003eLord HASTINGS, the Lord Chamberlain\u003cbr\u003eSir William CATESBY\u003cbr\u003eSir Richard RATCLIFFE\u003cbr\u003eLord LOVELL\u003cbr\u003eBRACKENBURY, Lord Lieutenant of the Tower\u003cbr\u003eLord Stanley, Earl of DERBY (sometimes addressed as Derby and sometimes as Stanley, here given speech prefix Derby)\u003cbr\u003eKING EDWARD IV, Gloucester's older brother\u003cbr\u003eQUEEN ELIZABETH, his wife\u003cbr\u003ePRINCE EDWARD, their older son\u003cbr\u003eDuke of YORK, their younger son\u003cbr\u003eLord RIVERS, Elizabeth's brother\u003cbr\u003eLord GREY, Elizabeth's son by her first husband\u003cbr\u003eMarquis of DORSET, his brother\u003cbr\u003eSir Thomas VAUGHAN\u003cbr\u003eLady ANNE, Widow of Edward, Prince of Wales, later Duchess of Gloucester\u003cbr\u003eQUEEN MARGARET, widow of\u003cbr\u003eHenry VI\u003cbr\u003eDUCHESS OF YORK, mother to Gloucester, Clarence, Edward IV\u003cbr\u003eBOY Clarence's\u003cbr\u003eDAUGHTER children\u003cbr\u003eEarl of RICHMOND, later King Henry VII\u003cbr\u003eEarl of OXFORD\u003cbr\u003eSir JAMES BLUNT\u003cbr\u003eSir WALTER HERBERT\u003cbr\u003eSir WILLIAM BRANDON\u003cbr\u003eDuke of NORFOLK\u003cbr\u003eEarl of SURREY\u003cbr\u003eCARDINAL, Archbishop of\u003cbr\u003eCanterbury\u003cbr\u003eARCHBISHOP OF YORK\u003cbr\u003eBISHOP OF ELY\u003cbr\u003eSIR CHRISTOPHER, a priest\u003cbr\u003eSir John, a PRIEST\u003cbr\u003eLord MAYOR of London\u003cbr\u003eThree CITIZENS\u003cbr\u003eJAMES TYRRELL\u003cbr\u003eTwo MURDERERS\u003cbr\u003eMESSENGERS\u003cbr\u003eKEEPER\u003cbr\u003ePURSUIVANT\u003cbr\u003ePAGE\u003cbr\u003eGhost of KING HENRY VI\u003cbr\u003eGhost of EDWARD, his son\u003cbr\u003eTwo Bishops, Soldiers,\u003cbr\u003eHalberdiers, Gentlemen, Lords, Citizens, Attendants\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAct 1 Scene 1\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003erunning scene 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter Richard, Duke of Gloucester, solus\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Now is the winter of our discontent\u003cbr\u003eMade glorious summer by this son of York:\u003cbr\u003eAnd all the clouds that loured upon our house\u003cbr\u003eIn the deep bosom of the ocean buried.\u003cbr\u003eNow are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,\u003cbr\u003eOur bruisèd arms hung up for monuments,\u003cbr\u003eOur stern alarums changed to merry meetings,\u003cbr\u003eOur dreadful marches to delightful measures.\u003cbr\u003eGrim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front,\u003cbr\u003eAnd now, instead of mounting barbèd steeds\u003cbr\u003eTo fright the souls of fearful adversaries,\u003cbr\u003eHe capers nimbly in a lady's chamber\u003cbr\u003eTo the lascivious pleasing of a lute.\u003cbr\u003eBut I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,\u003cbr\u003eNor made to court an amorous looking-glass:\u003cbr\u003eI, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty\u003cbr\u003eTo strut before a wanton ambling nymph:\u003cbr\u003eI, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,\u003cbr\u003eCheated of feature by dissembling nature,\u003cbr\u003eDeformed, unfinished, sent before my time\u003cbr\u003eInto this breathing world, scarce half made up,\u003cbr\u003eAnd that so lamely and unfashionable\u003cbr\u003eThat dogs bark at me as I halt by them -\u003cbr\u003eWhy, I, in this weak piping time of peace,\u003cbr\u003eHave no delight to pass away the time,\u003cbr\u003eUnless to see my shadow in the sun\u003cbr\u003eAnd descant on mine own deformity.\u003cbr\u003eAnd therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,\u003cbr\u003eTo entertain these fair well-spoken days,\u003cbr\u003eI am determinèd to prove a villain\u003cbr\u003eAnd hate the idle pleasures of these days.\u003cbr\u003ePlots have I laid, inductions dangerous,\u003cbr\u003eBy drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,\u003cbr\u003eTo set my brother Clarence and the king\u003cbr\u003eIn deadly hate the one against the other.\u003cbr\u003eAnd if King Edward be as true and just\u003cbr\u003eAs I am subtle, false and treacherous,\u003cbr\u003eThis day should Clarence closely be mewed up\u003cbr\u003eAbout a prophecy, which says that 'G'\u003cbr\u003eOf Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.\u003cbr\u003eDive, thoughts, down to my soul: here Clarence\u003cbr\u003ecomes.-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter Clarence, guarded, and Brackenbury\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBrother, good day. What means this armèd guard\u003cbr\u003eThat waits upon your grace?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCLARENCE His majesty,\u003cbr\u003eTend'ring my person's safety, hath appointed\u003cbr\u003eThis conduct to convey me to th'Tower.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Upon what cause?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCLARENCE Because my name is George.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours.\u003cbr\u003eHe should, for that, commit your godfathers.\u003cbr\u003eO, belike his majesty hath some intent\u003cbr\u003eThat you should be new-christened in the Tower.\u003cbr\u003eBut what's the matter, Clarence, may I know?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCLARENCE Yea, Richard, when I know, but I protest\u003cbr\u003eAs yet I do not. But, as I can learn,\u003cbr\u003eHe hearkens after prophecies and dreams,\u003cbr\u003eAnd from the cross-row plucks the letter G,\u003cbr\u003eAnd says a wizard told him that by 'G'\u003cbr\u003eHis issue disinherited should be:\u003cbr\u003eAnd, for my name of George begins with G,\u003cbr\u003eIt follows in his thought that I am he.\u003cbr\u003eThese, as I learn, and such like toys as these,\u003cbr\u003eHath moved his highness to commit me now.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Why, this it is when men are ruled by women:\u003cbr\u003e'Tis not the king that sends you to the Tower,\u003cbr\u003eMy lady Grey his wife, Clarence, 'tis she\u003cbr\u003eThat tempts him to this harsh extremity.\u003cbr\u003eWas it not she and that good man of worship,\u003cbr\u003eAnthony Woodville, her brother there,\u003cbr\u003eThat made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower,\u003cbr\u003eFrom whence this present day he is delivered?\u003cbr\u003eWe are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCLARENCE By heaven, I think there is no man secure\u003cbr\u003eBut the queen's kindred and night-walking heralds\u003cbr\u003eThat trudge betwixt the king and Mistress Shore.\u003cbr\u003eHeard you not what an humble suppliant\u003cbr\u003eLord Hastings was to her, for his delivery?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Humbly complaining to her deity\u003cbr\u003eGot my Lord Chamberlain his liberty.\u003cbr\u003eI'll tell you what: I think it is our way,\u003cbr\u003eIf we will keep in favour with the king,\u003cbr\u003eTo be her men and wear her livery.\u003cbr\u003eThe jealous o'erworn widow and herself,\u003cbr\u003eSince that our brother dubbed them gentlewomen,\u003cbr\u003eAre mighty gossips in our monarchy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBRACKENBURY I beseech your graces both to pardon me:\u003cbr\u003eHis majesty hath straitly given in charge\u003cbr\u003eThat no man shall have private conference,\u003cbr\u003eOf what degree soever, with your brother.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Even so, an please your worship, Brackenbury,\u003cbr\u003eYou may partake of anything we say.\u003cbr\u003eWe speak no treason, man: we say the king\u003cbr\u003eIs wise and virtuous, and his noble queen\u003cbr\u003eWell struck in years, fair and not jealous.\u003cbr\u003eWe say that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot,\u003cbr\u003eA cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue,\u003cbr\u003eAnd that the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks.\u003cbr\u003eHow say you sir? Can you deny all this?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBRACKENBURY With this, my lord, myself have nought\u003cbr\u003eto do.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Naught to do with Mistress Shore? I tell thee,\u003cbr\u003efellow,\u003cbr\u003eHe that doth naught with her, excepting one,\u003cbr\u003eWere best to do it secretly, alone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBRACKENBURY What one, my lord?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Her husband, knave. Wouldst thou betray me?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBRACKENBURY I do beseech your grace to pardon me,\u003cbr\u003eand withal\u003cbr\u003eForbear your conference with the noble duke.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCLARENCE We know thy charge, Brackenbury, and will\u003cbr\u003eobey.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD We are the queen's abjects, and must obey.-\u003cbr\u003eBrother, farewell. I will unto the king,\u003cbr\u003eAnd whatsoe'er you will employ me in,\u003cbr\u003eWere it to call King Edward's widow sister,\u003cbr\u003eI will perform it to enfranchise you.\u003cbr\u003eMeantime, this deep disgrace in brotherhood\u003cbr\u003eTouches me deeper than you can imagine. \u003ci\u003eEmbraces him\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCLARENCE I know it pleaseth neither of us well.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Well, your imprisonment shall not be long.\u003cbr\u003eI will deliver you or else lie for you.\u003cbr\u003eMeantime, have patience.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCLARENCE I must perforce. Farewell.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eExit Clarence [led by Brackenbury and Guards]\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return.\u003cbr\u003eSimple, plain Clarence, I do love thee so\u003cbr\u003eThat I will shortly send thy soul to heaven,\u003cbr\u003eIf heaven will take the present at our hands.\u003cbr\u003eBut who comes here? The new-delivered Hastings?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter Lord Hastings\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHASTINGS Good time of day unto my gracious lord.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD As much unto my good Lord Chamberlain.\u003cbr\u003eWell are you welcome to this open air.\u003cbr\u003eHow hath your lordship brooked imprisonment?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHASTINGS With patience, noble lord, as prisoners must.\u003cbr\u003eBut I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks\u003cbr\u003eThat were the cause of my imprisonment.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD No doubt, no doubt. And so shall Clarence too,\u003cbr\u003eFor they that were your enemies are his,\u003cbr\u003eAnd have prevailed as much on him as you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHASTINGS More pity that the eagles should be mewed,\u003cbr\u003eWhiles kites and buzzards play at liberty.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD What news abroad?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHASTINGS No news so bad abroad as this at home:\u003cbr\u003eThe king is sickly, weak and melancholy,\u003cbr\u003eAnd his physicians fear him mightily.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Now, by Saint John, that news is bad indeed.\u003cbr\u003eO, he hath kept an evil diet long,\u003cbr\u003eAnd overmuch consumed his royal person.\u003cbr\u003e'Tis very grievous to be thought upon.\u003cbr\u003eWhere is he, in his bed?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHASTINGS He is.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Go you before, and I will follow you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eExit Hastings\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe cannot live, I hope, and must not die\u003cbr\u003eTill George be packed with post-horse up to heaven.\u003cbr\u003eI'll in to urge his hatred more to Clarence,\u003cbr\u003eWith lies well steeled with weighty arguments.\u003cbr\u003eAnd, if I fail not in my deep intent,\u003cbr\u003eClarence hath not another day to live:\u003cbr\u003eWhich done, God take King Edward to his mercy,\u003cbr\u003eAnd leave the world for me to bustle in.\u003cbr\u003eFor then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter.\u003cbr\u003eWhat though I killed her husband and her father?\u003cbr\u003eThe readiest way to make the wench amends\u003cbr\u003eIs to become her husband and her father:\u003cbr\u003eThe which will I, not all so much for love\u003cbr\u003eAs for another secret close intent,\u003cbr\u003eBy marrying her which I must reach unto.\u003cbr\u003eBut yet I run before my horse to market:\u003cbr\u003eClarence still breathes, Edward still lives and reigns.\u003cbr\u003eWhen they are gone, then must I count my gains.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eExit\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAct 1 Scene 2\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003erunning scene 1 continues\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter the corpse of Henry the Sixth with [Gentlemen bearing] halberds to guard it, Lady Anne being the mourner\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANNE Set down, set down your honourable load -\u003cbr\u003eIf honour may be shrouded in a hearse -\u003cbr\u003eWhilst I awhile obsequiously lament\u003cbr\u003eTh'untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster. [\u003ci\u003eThey set down the coffin]\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePoor key-cold figure of a holy king,\u003cbr\u003ePale ashes of the house of Lancaster,\u003cbr\u003eThou bloodless remnant of that royal blood,\u003cbr\u003eBe it lawful that I invocate thy ghost,\u003cbr\u003eTo hear the lamentations of poor Anne,\u003cbr\u003eWife to thy Edward, to thy slaughtered son,\u003cbr\u003eStabbed by the selfsame hand that made these\u003cbr\u003ewounds.\u003cbr\u003eLo, in these windows that let forth thy life,\u003cbr\u003eI pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes.\u003cbr\u003eO, cursèd be the hand that made these holes:\u003cbr\u003eCursed the heart that had the heart to do it:\u003cbr\u003eCursed the blood that let this blood from hence!\u003cbr\u003eMore direful hap betide that hated wretch\u003cbr\u003eThat makes us wretched by the death of thee\u003cbr\u003eThan I can wish to wolves, to spiders, toads,\u003cbr\u003eOr any creeping venomed thing that lives.\u003cbr\u003eIf ever he have child, abortive be it,\u003cbr\u003eProdigious, and untimely brought to light,\u003cbr\u003eWhose ugly and unnatural aspect\u003cbr\u003eMay fright the hopeful mother at the view,\u003cbr\u003eAnd that be heir to his unhappiness.\u003cbr\u003eIf ever he have wife, let her be made\u003cbr\u003eMore miserable by the death of him\u003cbr\u003eThan I am made by my young lord and thee.-\u003cbr\u003eCome, now towards Chertsey with your holy load,\u003cbr\u003eTaken from Paul's to be interrèd there. [\u003ci\u003eThey lift the coffin\u003c\/i\u003e]\u003cbr\u003eAnd still as you are weary of this weight,\u003cbr\u003eRest you, whiles I lament King Henry's corpse.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter Richard, Duke of Gloucester\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Stay, you that bear the corpse, and set it down.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANNE What black magician conjures up this fiend,\u003cbr\u003eTo stop devoted charitable deeds?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Villains, set down the corpse, or, by Saint Paul,\u003cbr\u003eI'll make a corpse of him that disobeys.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGENTLEMAN My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Unmannered dog, stand'st thou when I\u003cbr\u003ecommand.\u003cbr\u003eAdvance thy halberd higher than my breast,\u003cbr\u003eOr, by Saint Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot,\u003cbr\u003eAnd spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness. \u003ci\u003e[They set down the coffin\u003c\/i\u003e]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANNE What, do you tremble? Are you all afraid? \u003cbr\u003eAlas, I blame you not, for you are mortal,\u003cbr\u003eAnd mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.-\u003cbr\u003eAvaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell!\u003cbr\u003eThou hadst but power over his mortal body,\u003cbr\u003eHis soul thou canst not have: therefore be gone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANNE Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and trouble us\u003cbr\u003enot,\u003cbr\u003eFor thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,\u003cbr\u003eFilled it with cursing cries and deep exclaims.\u003cbr\u003eIf thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,\u003cbr\u003eBehold this pattern of thy butcheries.- \u003ci\u003e]Uncovers the body\u003c\/i\u003e]\u003cbr\u003eO, gentlemen, see, see dead Henry's wounds\u003cbr\u003eOpen their congealed mouths and bleed afresh.-\u003cbr\u003eBlush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity,\u003cbr\u003eFor 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood\u003cbr\u003eFrom cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells.\u003cbr\u003eThy deeds, inhuman and unnatural,\u003cbr\u003eProvokes this deluge most unnatural.-\u003cbr\u003eO God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death!\u003cbr\u003eO earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death!\u003cbr\u003eEither heav'n with lightning strike the murd'rer\u003cbr\u003edead,\u003cbr\u003eOr earth gape open wide and eat him quick,\u003cbr\u003eAs thou dost swallow up this good king's blood\u003cbr\u003eWhich his hell-governed arm hath butcherèd!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Lady, you know no rules of charity,\u003cbr\u003eWhich renders good for bad, blessings for curses.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANNE Villain, thou know'st nor law of God nor man:\u003cbr\u003eNo beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD But I know none, and therefore am no beast.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANNE O, wonderful, when devils tell the truth!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD More wonderful, when angels are so angry.\u003cbr\u003eVouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,\u003cbr\u003eOf these supposèd crimes to give me leave,\u003cbr\u003eBy circumstance but to acquit myself.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANNE Vouchsafe, defused infection of man,\u003cbr\u003eOf these known evils, but to give me leave,\u003cbr\u003eBy circumstance to curse thy cursèd self.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have\u003cbr\u003eSome patient leisure to excuse myself.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANNE Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canst make\u003cbr\u003eNo excuse current, but to hang thyself.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD By such despair, I should accuse myself.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANNE And by despairing shalt thou stand excused\u003cbr\u003eFor doing worthy vengeance on thyself,\u003cbr\u003eThat didst unworthy slaughter upon others.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Say that I slew them not.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANNE Then say they were not slain.\u003cbr\u003eBut dead they are, and devilish slave, by thee.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD I did not kill your husband.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANNE Why, then he is alive.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Nay, he is dead, and slain by Edward's hands.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANNE In thy foul throat thou liest: Queen Margaret saw\u003cbr\u003eThy murd'rous falchion smoking in his blood,\u003cbr\u003eThe which thou once didst bend against her breast,\u003cbr\u003eBut that thy brothers beat aside the point.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD I was provokèd by her sland'rous tongue,\u003cbr\u003eThat laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANNE Thou wast provokèd by thy bloody mind,\u003cbr\u003eThat never dream'st on aught but butcheries.\u003cbr\u003eDidst thou not kill this king?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD I grant ye.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANNE Dost grant me, hedgehog? Then, God grant me too\u003cbr\u003eThou mayst be damnèd for that wicked deed.\u003cbr\u003eO, he was gentle, mild and virtuous!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD The better for the king of heaven that hath\u003cbr\u003ehim.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANNE He is in heaven, where thou shalt never come.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Let him thank me, that holp to send him\u003cbr\u003ethither,\u003cbr\u003eFor he was fitter for that place than earth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANNE And thou unfit for any place but hell.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANNE Some dungeon.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Your bedchamber.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANNE I'll rest betide the chamber where thou liest.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD So will it, madam, till I lie with you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANNE I hope so.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD I know so. But, gentle Lady Anne,\u003cbr\u003eTo leave this keen encounter of our wits,\u003cbr\u003eAnd fall something into a slower method:\u003cbr\u003eIs not the causer of the timeless deaths\u003cbr\u003eOf these Plantagenets, Henry and Edward,\u003cbr\u003eAs blameful as the executioner?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANNE Thou wast the cause and most accursed effect.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRICHARD Your beauty was the cause of that effect.\u003cbr\u003eYour beauty, that did haunt me in my sleep\u003cbr\u003eTo undertake the death of all the world,\u003cbr\u003eSo I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.","brand":"Signet","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46302894751973,"sku":"NP9780451526953","price":5.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780451526953.jpg?v=1767735737","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/richard-iii-isbn-9780451526953","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}