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Richard III: Act 4, Scene 1

Richard III
Act 4, Scene 1

Scene 1

Outside the Tower.

  1. Enter the Queen Elizabeth, the Duchess of York, and Marquess
  2. Dorset at one door; Anne Duchess of Gloucester leading Lady
  3. Margaret Plantagenet, Clarence’s young daughter, at another
  4. door.

Duchess of York

5 - 9
  1. Who meets us here? My niece Plantagenet,
  2. Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Gloucester?
  3. Now, for my life, she’s wand’ring to the Tower,
  4. On pure heart’s love, to greet the tender Prince.
  5. Daughter, well met.

Lady Anne

10 - 11
  1.                     God give your Graces both
  2. A happy and a joyful time of day!

Queen Elizabeth

12
  1. As much to you, good sister! Whither away?

Lady Anne

13 - 15
  1. No farther than the Tower, and as I guess,
  2. Upon the like devotion as yourselves,
  3. To gratulate the gentle Princes there.

Queen Elizabeth

16 - 20
  1. Kind sister, thanks, we’ll enter all together.
  2. Enter the Lieutenant Brakenbury.
  3. And in good time, here the Lieutenant comes.
  4. Master Lieutenant, pray you, by your leave,
  5. How doth the Prince and my young son of York?

Brakenbury

21 - 23
  1. Right well, dear madam. By your patience,
  2. I may not suffer you to visit them,
  3. The King hath strictly charg’d the contrary.

Queen Elizabeth

24
  1. The King? Who’s that?

Brakenbury

25
  1.                       I mean the Lord Protector.

Queen Elizabeth

26 - 28
  1. The Lord protect him from that kingly title!
  2. Hath he set bounds between their love and me?
  3. I am their mother, who shall bar me from them?

Duchess of York

29
  1. I am their father’s mother, I will see them.

Lady Anne

30 - 32
  1. Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother;
  2. Then bring me to their sights. I’ll bear thy blame,
  3. And take thy office from thee on my peril.

Brakenbury

33 - 34
  1. No, madam, no; I may not leave it so:
  2. I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me.
  1. Exit Lieutenant.
  1. Enter Stanley.

Stanley

37 - 42
  1. Let me but meet you, ladies, an hour hence,
  2. And I’ll salute your Grace of York as mother
  3. And reverend looker-on of two fair queens.
  4. To Anne.
  5. Come, madam, you must straight to Westminster,
  6. There to be crowned Richard’s royal queen.

Queen Elizabeth

43 - 45
  1. Ah, cut my lace asunder,
  2. That my pent heart may have some scope to beat,
  3. Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news!

Lady Anne

46
  1. Despiteful tidings, O unpleasing news!

Marquess of Dorset

47
  1. Be of good cheer. Mother, how fares your Grace?

Queen Elizabeth

48 - 56
  1. O Dorset, speak not to me, get thee gone!
  2. Death and destruction dogs thee at thy heels;
  3. Thy mother’s name is ominous to children.
  4. If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas,
  5. And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell.
  6. Go hie thee, hie thee from this slaughter-house,
  7. Lest thou increase the number of the dead,
  8. And make me die the thrall of Margaret’s curse,
  9. Nor mother, wife, nor England’s counted queen.

Stanley

57 - 61
  1. Full of wise care is this your counsel, madam;
  2. Take all the swift advantage of the hours.
  3. You shall have letters from me to my son
  4. In your behalf, to meet you on the way.
  5. Be not ta’en tardy by unwise delay.

Duchess of York

62 - 65
  1. O ill-dispersing wind of misery!
  2. O my accursed womb, the bed of death!
  3. A cockatrice hast thou hatch’d to the world,
  4. Whose unavoided eye is murderous.

Stanley

66
  1. Come, madam, come, I in all haste was sent.

Lady Anne

67 - 72
  1. And I with all unwillingness will go.
  2. O would to God that the inclusive verge
  3. Of golden metal that must round my brow
  4. Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brains!
  5. Anointed let me be with deadly venom,
  6. And die ere men can say, God save the Queen!”

Queen Elizabeth

73 - 74
  1. Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory,
  2. To feed my humor wish thyself no harm.

Lady Anne

75 - 96
  1. No! Why? When he that is my husband now
  2. Came to me as I follow’d Henry’s corse,
  3. When scarce the blood was well wash’d from his hands
  4. Which issued from my other angel husband,
  5. And that dear saint which then I weeping follow’d
  6. O, when, I say, I look’d on Richard’s face,
  7. This was my wish: Be thou,” quoth I, accurs’d
  8. For making me, so young, so old a widow!
  9. And when thou wed’st, let sorrow haunt thy bed;
  10. And be thy wifeif any be so mad
  11. More miserable by the life of thee
  12. Than thou hast made me by my dear lord’s death!”
  13. Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again,
  14. Within so small a time, my woman’s heart
  15. Grossly grew captive to his honey words,
  16. And prov’d the subject of mine own soul’s curse,
  17. Which hitherto hath held my eyes from rest;
  18. For never yet one hour in his bed
  19. Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep,
  20. But with his timorous dreams was still awak’d.
  21. Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick,
  22. And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me.

Queen Elizabeth

97
  1. Poor heart, adieu, I pity thy complaining.

Lady Anne

98
  1. No more than with my soul I mourn for yours.

Marquess of Dorset

99
  1. Farewell, thou woeful welcomer of glory!

Lady Anne

100
  1. Adieu, poor soul, that tak’st thy leave of it!

Duchess of York

101 - 109
  1. To Dorset.
  2. Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune guide thee!
  3. To Anne.
  4. Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend thee!
  5. To Queen Elizabeth.
  6. Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts possess thee!
  7. I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me!
  8. Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen,
  9. And each hour’s joy wrack’d with a week of teen.

Queen Elizabeth

110 - 116
  1. Stay, yet look back with me unto the Tower.
  2. Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes
  3. Whom envy hath immur’d within your walls
  4. Rough cradle for such little pretty ones!
  5. Rude ragged nurse, old sullen playfellow
  6. For tender princesuse my babies well!
  7. So foolish sorrows bids your stones farewell.
  1. Exeunt.
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