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Richard III
William Shakespeare
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William Shakespeare
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The story of the rise and fall of a murderous ruler, filled with courtly intrigue, dark humor, and psychological insight.
The hunchbacked king Richard III has risen to power through deception and murder, and will stop at nothing to maintain his rule. But when all is said and done, he will pay a price for his machinations, in this historical play set in the era of the Wars of the Roses.
A dark tale with a touch of comedy amid much tragedy, Richard III, like so much of the great playwright's work, continues to resonate with twenty-first-century culture.
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Act I
Scene I. London. A Street
[Enter GLOSTER.]
GLOSTER: Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lourâd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruisèd arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changâd to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visagâd war hath smoothâd his wrinkled front;
And now,âinstead of mounting barbèd steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,â
He capers nimbly in a ladyâs chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I,âthat am not shapâd for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stampâd, and want loveâs majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtailâd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformâd, unfinishâd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;â
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun,
And descant on mine own deformity:
And therefore,âsince I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,â
I am determinèd to prove a villain,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence and the king
In deadly hate the one against the other:
And if King Edward be as true and just
As I am subtle, false, and treacherous,
This day should Clarence closely be mewâd up,â
About a prophecy which says that G
Of Edwardâs heirs the murderer shall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul:âhere Clarence comes.
[Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAKENBURY.]
Brother, good day: what means this armèd guard
That waits upon your grace?
CLARENCE: His majesty,
Tendering my personâs safety, hath appointed
This conduct to convey me to the Tower.
GLOSTER: Upon what cause?
CLARENCE: Because my name is George.
GLOSTER: Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours;
He should, for that, commit your godfathers:â
O, belike his majesty hath some intent
That you should be new-christenâd in the Tower.
But whatâs the matter, Clarence? may I know?
CLARENCE: Yea, Richard, when I know; for I protest
As yet I do not: but, as I can learn,
He hearkens after prophecies and dreams;
And from the cross-row plucks the letter G,
And says a wizard told him that by G
His issue disinherited should be;
And, for my name of George begins with G,
It follows in his thought that I am he.
These, as I learn, and such like toys as these,
Hath movâd his highness to commit me now.
GLOSTER: Why, this it is when men are rulâd by women:â
âTis not the king that sends you to the Tower;
My Lady Grey his wife, Clarence, âTis she
That tempers him to this extremity.
Was it not she and that good man of worship,
Antony Woodville, her brother there,
That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower,
From whence this present day he is deliverâd?
We are not safe, Clarence; we are not safe.
CLARENCE: By heaven, I think there is no man is secure
But the queenâs kindred, and night-walking heralds
That trudge betwixt the king and Mistress Shore.
Heard you not what an humble suppliant
Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery?
GLOSTER: Humbly complaining to her deity
Got my Lord Chamberlain his liberty.
Iâll tell you what,âI think it is our way,
If we will keep in favour with the king,
To be her men and wear her livery:
The jealous oâer-worn widow, and herself,
Since that our brother dubbâd them gentlewomen,
Are mighty gossips in our monarchy.
BRAKENBURY: I beseech your graces both to pardon me;
His majesty hath straitly given in charge
That no man shall have private conference,
Of what degree soever, with your brother.
GLOSTER: Even so; anât please your worship, Brakenbury,
You may partake of any thing we say:
We speak no treason, man;âwe say the king
Is wise and virtuous; and his noble queen
Well struck in years, fair, and not jealous;â
We say that Shoreâs wife hath a pretty foot,
A cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue;
And that the queenâs kindred are made gentlefolks:
How say you, sir? can you deny all this?
BRAKENBURY: With this, my lord, myself have naught to do.
GLOSTER: Naught to do with Mistress Shore! I tell thee, fellow,
He that doth naught with her, excepting one,
Were best to do it secretly alone.
BRAKENBURY: What one, my lord?
GLOSTER: Her husband, knave:âwouldst thou betray me?
BRAKENBURY: I do beseech your grace to pardon me; and, withal,
Forbear your conference with the noble duke.
CLARENCE: We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey.
GLOSTER: We are the queenâs abjects and must obey.â
Brother, farewell: I will unto the king;
And whatsoeâer you will employ me in,â
Were it to call King Edwardâs widow sister,â
I will perform it to enfranchise you.
Meantime, this deep disgrace in brotherhood
Touches me deeper than you can imagine.
CLARENCE: I know it pleaseth neither of us well.
GLOSTER: Well, your imprisonment shall not be long;
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