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Richard III

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by William Shakespeare


  Bid him not fear the separated council:

  His honour21 and myself are at the one,

  And at the other is my good friend Catesby,

  Where nothing can proceed that toucheth23 us

  Where of I shall not have intelligence.24

  Tell him his fears are shallow, without instance.25

  And for his dreams, I wonder he’s so simple

  To trust the mock’ry27 of unquiet slumbers.

  To fly28 the boar before the boar pursues,

  Were29 to incense the boar to follow us

  And make pursuit where he did mean30 no chase.

  Go, bicithy master rise and come to me

  And we will both together to the Tower,

  Where he shall see the boar will use33 us kindly.

  MESSENGER    I’ll go, my lord, and tell him what you say.

  Exit

  Enter Catesby

  CATESBY    Many good morrows to my noble lord.

  HASTINGS    Good morrow, Catesby. You are early stirring.

  What news, what news, in this our tott’ring state?

  CATESBY    It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord,

  And I believe will never stand upright

  Till Richard wear the garland40 of the realm.

  HASTINGS    How? Wear the garland? Dost thou mean the crown?

  CATESBY    Ay, my good lord.

  HASTINGS    I’ll have this crown43 of mine cut from my shoulders

  Before I’ll see the crown so foul44 misplaced.

  But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it?

  CATESBY    Ay, on my life, and hopes to find you forward46

  Upon his party for the gain thereof:

  And thereupon he sends you this good news,

  That this same very day your enemies,

  The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret.

  HASTINGS    Indeed, I am no mourner for that news,

  Because they have been still my adversaries.

  But that I’ll give my voice on Richard’s side

  To bar my master’s54 heirs in true descent,

  God knows I will not do it, to the death.

  CATESBY    God keep your lordship in that gracious mind.

  HASTINGS    But I shall laugh at this a twelvemonth hence,

  That they58 which brought me in my master’s hate,

  I live to look upon their tragedy,

  Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older,

  I’ll send some packing that yet think not on’t.

  CATESBY    ’T’is a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,

  When men are unprepared and look not for it.

  HASTINGS    O, monstrous64, monstrous! And so falls it out

  With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and so ’twill do

  With some men else, that think themselves as safe

  As thou and I — who, as thou know’st, are dear

  To princely Richard and to Buckingham.

  CATESBY    The princes both make high account69 of you.—

  Aside

  For they account70 his head upon the bridge.

  HASTINGS    I know they do, and I have well deserved it.

  Enter Lord Stanley [Earl of Derby]

  To Derby

  Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear, man?

  Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided?73

  DERBY    My lord, good morrow.—Good morrow, Catesby.

  You may jest on, but, by the holy rood75,

  I do not like these several76 councils, I.

  HASTINGS    My lord, I hold my life as dear as yours,

  And never in my days, I do protest78,

  Was it so precious to me as ’tis now.

  Think you, but that I know our state secure,

  I would be so triumphant81 as I am?

  DERBY    The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from London,

  Were jocund83 and supposed their states were sure,

  And they indeed had no cause to mistrust84:

  But yet you see how soon the day o’ercast.

  This sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt86:

  Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward.

  What, shall we toward the Tower? The day is spent.88

  HASTINGS    Come, come, have with you.89 Wot you what, my lord?

  Today the lords you talk of are beheaded.

  LORD DERBY    They, for their truth91, might better wear their heads

  Than some that have accused them wear their hats.92

  But come, my lord, let’s away.

  Enter a Pursuivant

  HASTINGS    Go on before94: I’ll talk with this good fellow.—

  Exeunt Derby and Catesby

  How now, sirrah?95 How goes the world with thee?

  PURSUIVANT    The better that your lordship please to ask.

  HASTINGS    I tell thee, man, ’tis better with me now

  Than when thou met’st me last where now we meet:

  Then was I going prisoner to the Tower,

  By the suggestion100 of the queen’s allies.

  But now, I tell thee — keep it to thyself —

  This day those enemies are put to death,

  And I in better state103 than e’er I was.

  PURSUIVANT    God hold104 it to your honour’s good content.

  HASTINGS    Gramercy105, fellow. There, drink that for me.

  Throws him his purse

  PURSUIVANT    I thank your honour.

  Exit

  Enter a Priest

  PRIEST    Well met, my lord. I am glad to see your honour.

  HASTINGS    I thank thee, good Sir108 John, with all my heart.

  I am in your debt for your last exercise109:

  Whispers in his ear

  Come the next Sabbath, and I will content110 you.

  PRIEST    I’ll wait upon your lordship.

  Enter Buckingham

  BUCKINGHAM    What, talking with a priest, Lord Chamberlain?

  Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest:

  Your honour hath no shriving work114 in hand.

  HASTINGS    Good faith, and when I met this holy man,

  The men you talk of came into my mind.

  What, go you toward the Tower?

  BUCKINGHAM    I do, my lord, but long I cannot stay there.

  I shall return before your lordship thence.119

  HASTINGS    Nay, like enough, for I stay120 dinner there.

  Aside

  BUCKINGHAM    And supper too, although thou know’st it not.—

  Come, will you go?

  HASTINGS    I’ll wait upon your lordship.

  Exeunt

  Act 3 Scene 3

  running scene 9

  Enter Sir Richard Ratcliffe with Halberds, carrying the nobles [Rivers, Grey and Vaughan] to death at Pomfret

  RIVERS    Sir Richard Ratcliffe, let me tell thee this:

  Today shalt thou behold a subject die

  For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.

  GREY    God bless the prince from all the pack of you.

  A knot5 you are of damnèd blood-suckers!

  VAUGHAN    You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter.

  RATCLIFFE    Dispatch.7 The limit of your lives is out.

  RIVERS    O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison!

  Fatal and ominous to noble peers!

  Within the guilty closure10 of thy walls

  Richard the Second here was hacked to death.

  And, for more slander to thy dismal seat12,

  We give to thee our guiltless blood to drink.

  GREY    Now Margaret’s curse is fall’n upon our heads,

  When she exclaimed on Hastings, you and I15,


  For standing by when Richard stabbed her son.

  RIVERS    Then cursed she Richard, then cursed she Buckingham,

  Then cursed she Hastings. O, remember, God,

  To hear her prayer for them, as now for us:

  And for20 my sister and her princely sons,

  Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood,

  Which, as thou know’st, unjustly must be spilt.

  RATCLIFFE    Make haste: the hour of death is expiate.23

  RIVERS    Come, Grey, come, Vaughan, let us here embrace.

  Farewell, until we meet again in heaven.

  Exeunt

  Act 3 Scene 4

  running scene 10

  Enter Buckingham, Derby, Hastings, Bishop of Ely, Norfolk, Ratcliffe, Lovell, with others. [They take their seats] at a table

  HASTINGS    Now, noble peers, the cause why we are met

  Is to determine of2 the coronation.

  In God’s name speak: when is the royal day?

  BUCKINGHAM    Is all things ready for the royal time?

  DERBY    It is, and wants but nomination.5

  BISHOP OF ELY    Tomorrow, then, I judge a happy6 day.

  BUCKINGHAM    Who knows the Lord Protector’s mind herein?

  Who is most inward8 with the noble duke?

  BISHOP OF ELY    Your grace, we think, should soonest know his mind.9

  BUCKINGHAM    We know each other’s faces: for10 our hearts,

  He knows no more of mine, than I of yours,

  Or I of his, my lord, than you of mine.—

  Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.13

  HASTINGS    I thank his grace, I know he loves me well.

  But, for his purpose in the coronation,

  I have not sounded16 him, nor he delivered

  His gracious pleasure any way therein:

  But you, my honourable lords, may name the time,

  And in19 the duke’s behalf I’ll give my voice,

  Which I presume he’ll take in gentle part.20

  Enter [Richard of] Gloucester

  BISHOP OF ELY    In happy time, here comes the duke himself.

  RICHARD    My noble lords and cousins22 all, good morrow.

  I have been long a sleeper: but I trust

  My absence doth neglect24 no great design

  Which by my presence might have been concluded.

  BUCKINGHAM    Had you not come upon your cue, my lord,

  William Lord Hastings had pronounced your part27 —

  I mean your voice — for crowning of the king.

  RICHARD    Than my lord Hastings no man might be bolder29:

  His lordship knows me well, and loves me well.—

  My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn,

  I saw good strawberries in your garden there:

  I do beseech you send for some of them.

  BISHOP OF ELY    Marry, and will, my lord, with all my heart.

  Exit Bishop

  RICHARD    Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you.

  They speak

  aside

  Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business,

  And finds the testy gentleman so hot37 aside

  That he will lose his head38 ere give consent

  His master’s child, as worshipfully39 he terms it,

  Shall lose the royalty of England’s throne.

  BUCKINGHAM    Withdraw yourself a while. I’ll go with you.

  Exeunt [Richard and Buckingham]

  DERBY    We have not yet set down42 this day of triumph.

  Tomorrow, in my judgement, is too sudden,

  For I myself am not so well provided44

  As else I would be, were the day prolonged.45

  Enter the Bishop of Ely

  BISHOP OF ELY    Where is my lord, the Duke of Gloucester?

  I have sent for these strawberries.

  HASTINGS    His grace looks cheerfully and smooth48 this morning:

  There’s some conceit49 or other likes him well,

  When that he bids good morrow with such spirit.

  I think there’s never a man in Christendom

  Can lesser hide his love or hate than he,

  For by his face straight53 shall you know his heart.

  DERBY    What of his heart perceive you in his face

  By any livelihood55 he showed today?

  HASTINGS    Marry, that with no man here he is offended:

  For, were he, he had shown it in his looks.

  Enter Richard and Buckingham

  RICHARD    I pray you all, tell me what they deserve

  That do conspire my death with devilish plots

  Of damnèd witchcraft, and that have prevailed

  Upon my body with their hellish charms.61

  HASTINGS    The tender love I bear your grace, my lord,

  Makes me most forward in this princely presence

  To doom64 th’offenders, whosoe’er they be:

  I say, my lord, they have deservèd death.

  RICHARD    Then be your eyes the witness of their evil.

  Points to his arm

  Look how I am bewitched: behold, mine arm

  Is like a blasted68 sapling, withered up:

  And this is69 Edward’s wife, that monstrous witch,

  Consorted with that harlot, strumpet Shore70,

  That by their witchcraft thus have markèd me.

  HASTINGS    If they have done this deed, my noble lord—

  RICHARD    If? Thou protector of this damnèd strumpet—

  Talk’st thou to 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.76 —

  Lovell and Ratcliffe, look that it be done.

  The rest that love me, rise and follow me.

  Exeunt. Lovell and Ratcliffe with the Lord Hastings remain

  HASTINGS    Woe, woe for England! Not a whit for me,

  For I, too fond80, might have prevented this.

  Stanley did dream the boar did rouse our helms;81

  And I did scorn it and disdain to fly.

  Three times today my foot-cloth horse83 did stumble,

  And started84, when he looked upon the Tower,

  As85 loath to bear me to the slaughter-house.

  O, now I need the priest that spake to me:

  I now repent I told the pursuivant,

  As too triumphing88 how mine enemies

  Today at Pomfret bloodily were butchered,

  And I myself secure in grace and favour.

  O Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse

  Is lighted on poor Hastings’ wretched head!

  RATCLIFFE    Come, come, dispatch. The duke would be at dinner.

  Make a short shrift94: he longs to see your head.

  HASTINGS    O, momentary grace95 of mortal men,

  Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!

  Who builds his hope in air of your good97 looks,

  Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast,

  Ready with every nod to tumble down

  Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

  LOVELL    Come, come, dispatch: ’tis bootless to exclaim.101

  HASTINGS    O bloody Richard! Miserable England!

  I prophesy the fearful’st time to thee

  That ever wretched age hath looked upon.

  Come, lead me to the block: bear him my head.

  They smile at me who shortly shall be dead.

  Exeunt

  [Act 3 Scene 5]

  running scene 11

  Enter Richard and Buckingham, in rotten armour, marvellous ill-favoured

  RICHARD    Come, cousin, canst thou quake and change thy colour1,

  Murder2 thy breath in middl
e of a word,

  And then again begin, and stop again,

  As if thou were distraught and mad with terror?

  BUCKINGHAM    Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian5,

  Speak and look back, and pry6 on every side,

  Tremble and start at wagging7 of a straw:

  Intending deep suspicion, ghastly8 looks

  Are at my service, like enforcèd9 smiles,

  And both are ready in their offices10

  At any time to grace my stratagems.

  But what, is Catesby gone?

  RICHARD    He is, and see, he brings the mayor along.

  Enter the Mayor and Catesby

  BUCKINGHAM    Lord Mayor—

  RICHARD    Look to the drawbridge there!

  BUCKINGHAM    Hark, a drum!

  RICHARD    Catesby, o’erlook17 the walls.

  BUCKINGHAM    Lord Mayor, the reason we have sent—

  RICHARD    Look back, defend thee, here are enemies.

  BUCKINGHAM    God and our innocency defend and guard us!

  Enter Lovell and Ratcliffe, with Hastings’ head

  RICHARD    Be patient21, they are friends: Ratcliffe and Lovell.

  LOVELL    Here is the head of that ignoble traitor,

  The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings.

  RICHARD    So dear I loved the man that I must weep.

  I took him for the plainest25 harmless creature

  That oreathed upon the earth a Christian,

  Made him my book27, wherein my soul recorded

  The history28 of all her secret thoughts.

  So smooth29 he daubed his vice with show of virtue

  That, his apparent open guilt omitted30 —

  I mean, his conversation31 with Shore’s wife —

  He lived from all attainder of suspects.32

  BUCKINGHAM    Well, well, he was the covert’st sheltered33 traitor

  That ever lived.

  Would you imagine, or almost35 believe,

  Were’t not that, by great preservation

  We live to tell it, that the subtle37 traitor

  This day had plotted, in the council house,

  To murder me and my good lord of Gloucester?

  MAYOR    Had he done so?

  RICHARD    What? Think you we are Turks41 or infidels?

  Or that we would, against the form42 of law,

 

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