Quote Bank Richard Anne Elizabeth Margaret Clarence Murderers

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass That am rudely stamped Cheated of feature by disassembling nature Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Half made up So lamely and unfashionable Therefore since I cannot prove a lover, {to entertain these fair well spoken days}, I am determined to prove a villain, {and hate the idle pleasures of these days}. To set my brother Clarence and the king in deadly hate one against the other Unless to see my shadow in the sun and descant on mine own deformity New Christened in the tower Plain man His simple truth must be abused And thus I clothe my naked villainy {with old odd end stoln forth of holy writ} And Seem a saint when most I play the devil And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by Clarence is come, false fleeting, perjured Clarence I will deliver you Plots I have laid God take King Edward to his mercy, And leave the world for me to bustle in! -Villain, thou knowst nor law or god nor man -But I know none, and therefore am no beast +Oh wonderful, when devils tell the truth! +More wonderful, when angels are so angry =Never came poison from so sweet a place =Never hung poison on a fouler toad Thou foul lump of deformity Treacherous Vile Murderer What black magician conjures up this fiend? No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity I do mistake my person all this while Was ever woman in this humour wooed? Was ever woman in this humour won? I will not keep her long Mangled arm Which his hell-governd arm hath butchered Wolves, to spiders, to toads Ugly and unnatural Foul devil Thou hast made the happy earth thy hell Laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders I will not be thy executioner -But shall I live in hope? -All men, I hope, live so Perhaps I mistake my person all this while

I fear our happiness is at its height Out, devil. A murderous villain Which Gods revenge And god, not we, hath plagued thy bloody deed If heaven have any grevious plague in store Thy sins be ripe Thy friends suspect for traitors whil thou livst, And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends O princely Buckingham,Thy garments are not spotted with our bloodTake heed of yonder dog Beware of him Sin, death and hell have set their marks on him And soothe the devil that I warn thee from? God Pardon them For had I cursed now, I have cursed myself Come my executioners Talkers are no good doers Never wake until the great judgment day Be damned for killing him Dregs of conscience It makes a man a coward Take the devil in thy mind With his victorious arm When he delivers you from this [earth]to the joys of heaven Relent, and save your souls

Quote Bank Richard King Edward Elizabeth Dutchess Rivers Others

By heaven, my soul is purged from grudging hate Lest he that is the supreme King of kings confound (overthrow) your hidden falsehood My other self By false intelligence or wrong surmise I...desire all good mens love All seeing heaven, what a world is this? Sinfully plucked O God, I fear thy justice will take hold That deceit should steal such a gentle shape and with virtuous visor hide deep vice the hearts of men are full of fear But leave it all to God Oh, full of danger is the Duke of Gloucester, Wise men put on their cloaks Woe to the land that is governed by a child Or let me die, to look on earth no more

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Richard Prince Edward Buckingham Hastings Stanley Others
So young they say never do live long Thus, like the formal Vice, Iniquity, I moralise two meanings in one word Or die a soldier, as I lived a King

It is too weighty for your grace to wear -I fear no uncles dead -Nor none that live, I hope What shall we do if Lord Hastings shall not yield to our complots? Chop off his head! God keep you from them, and from such false friends To fly the boar before the boar pursues were to incense the boar to follow us and make pursuit where he did mean no chase -Today the lords you talk of are beheaded -They, for their truth, might better wear their heads Had you not come upon your cue devilish plots of damned witchcraft prevailed upon my body with their hellish charms That by their witchcraft thus have marked me Thou art a traitor. Off with his head! Stanley did dream the boar did rouse our helms.as loath to bear me to the slaughterhouse I now repent thy heavy curse is light on poor Hastingss head They smile at me who shortly shall be dead The duke would be at dinner:He longs to see your head Ill play the orator as if the golden fee for which I plead were for myself. To draw him from his holy exercise By heaven, we come to him in perfect love Which God defend that I should wring from him I am unfit for state and majesty Since you will buckle fortune on my back, to bear her burdenI must have patience to endure the load.

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Richard Lady Anne Catesby Tyrrel Elizabeth Duchess, Margaret Stanley
blood was well washed from his hands. Grossly grew captive to his honey words But with his timourous dreams was still awaked O bitter consequence The King is angry; see, he gnaws his lip Corrupting gold will tempt unto a close exploit of death The most arch deed of piteous massacre that ever yet this land was guilty of But oh, the devil, there the villain stopped. To bear this tidings to the bloody king We must be brief when traitors brave the field I am not in the giving vein to-day The sons of Edward sleep in Abrahams bosom Your son George Stanley. Look your heart be firm, Or else his heads assurance is but frail That in the sty of the most deadly boar My poor princes Gentle souls Innocent blood That I may live and say the dog is dead That I should wish for thee to help me curse

That bottled spider Teach me how to curese mine enemies He that slew them fouler than he is -My words are dull. Oh quicken them whith thine -Thy woes will make them sharp, and pierce like mine. Thou camst on earth to make the earth my hell. I swear- BY nothing therefore it is no oath Then by myself. Thyself is self-misused. Why then, By heaven. Heavens wrong is most of all. Relenting fool and shallow, changing woman -As long as heaven and nature lengthens it -As long as hell and Richard likes of it

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Richard Buckingham Richmond Others
By underhand corrupted foul injustice This is All Souls day is it not? By the false faith of him whom most I trusted Is the determined respite of my wrongs Thus Margarets curse falls heavy on my neck My most loving friends The wretched, bloody, and unsurping boar This foul swine Every mans conscience is a thousand men to fight against this guilty homicide I doubt no but his friends will turn to us He hath no friends but what are friends for fear, which in his dearest need will fly from him. In gods name we march! Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings Richard, Richmond Dreams and the ghosts (GHOSTS, Richard, Richmond) DESPAIR, AND DIE LIVE AND FLOURISH GUILTY FEAR AWAKE, AND WIN THE DAY FOR FAIR ENGLANDS SAKE BLOODY DEEDS AND DEATH RICHARD FALL IN HEIGHT OF ALL HIS PRIDE Give me another horse! O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me? Richard loves Richard, that is, I am I Is there a murderer here? Alas, I rather hate myself for hateful deeds committed by myself I am a villain. Yet I lie, I am not/ My conscience hath a thousand several tounges There is no creature loves me Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe

A bloody tyrant Gods enemy