Act 4 Flashcards

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S1 The Lord protect him from that…

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kingly title!
Hath he set bounds between their love and me?
I am their mother. Who shall bar me from them?

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S1 I am their father’s…

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mother. I will see them.

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S1 Their aunt I am in…

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law, in love their mother.

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S1 O Dorset, speak not to me…

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Get thee gone.
Death and destruction dogs thee at thy heels.

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S1 O ill-dispersing wind of misery!
O my…

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accursèd womb, the bed of death!
A cockatrice hast thou hatched to the world,
Whose unavoided eye is murderous

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S1 O, would to God that the inclusive verge…

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Of golden metal that must round my brow
Were red-hot steel to sear me to the brains!

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S1 Anointed let me be with deadly venom…

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And die ere men can say “God save the Queen.”

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S1 Within so small a time my woman’s heart…

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Grossly grew captive to his honey words

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S1 For never yet one hour in his bed…

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Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep,
But with his timorous dreams was still awaked

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S1 I to my grave, where peace and…

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rest lie with me.
Eighty-odd years of sorrow have I seen,
And each hour’s joy wracked with a week of teen.

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S1 Pity, you ancient stones, those tender…

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babes
Whom envy hath immured within your walls—

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S1 Rough cradle for such little pretty ones.

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Rude ragged nurse, old sullen playfellow
For tender princes, use my babies well.
So foolish sorrows bids your stones farewell.

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S2 Give me thy hand–Thus high, by thy advice…

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And thy assistance is King Richard seated.

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S2 But shall we wear these…

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glories for a day,
Or shall they last and we rejoice in them?

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S2 Ha! Am I king?..

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’Tis so—but Edward lives.

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S2 Shall I be plain?..

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I wish the bastards dead,
And I would have it suddenly performed.

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S2 Tut, tut, thou art all ice…

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thy kindness freezes.
Say, have I thy consent that they shall die?

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S2 Catesby: (aside to the other Attendants)

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The King is angry. See, he gnaws his lip.

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S2 I will converse with iron-witted fools
And unrespective boys…

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None are for me
That look into me with considerate eyes.
High-reaching Buckingham grows circumspect.—
Boy!

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S2 Know’st thou not any whom corrupting gold…

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Will tempt unto a close exploit of death?

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S2 The deep-revolving witty Buckingham…

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No more shall be the neighbor to my counsels.
Hath he so long held out with me, untired,
And stops he now for breath? Well, be it so.

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S2 Murder her brothers, and then marry her—

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Uncertain way of gain. But I am in
So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin.
Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.

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S2 Dar’st thou resolve to kill a friend of mine?

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Please you. But I had rather kill two enemies

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S2 Why then, thou hast it. Two deep enemies,
Foes to my rest…

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and my sweet sleep’s disturbers,
Are they that I would have thee deal upon.
Tyrrel, I mean those bastards in the Tower.

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S3 The tyrannous and bloody act is done...
The most arch deed of piteous massacre That ever yet this land was guilty of
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S3 Albeit they were fleshed villains...
bloody dogs, Melted with tenderness and mild compassion, Wept like two children in their deaths’ sad story.
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girdling one another...
Within their alabaster innocent arms.
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Their lips were four red roses on a stalk...
And in their summer beauty kissed each other.
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A book of prayers on their...
pillow lay, Which once, almost changed my mind
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We smotherèd The most...
replenishèd sweet work of nature That from the prime creation e’er she framed.
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Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse...
They could not speak; and so I left them both To bear this tidings to the bloody king.
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If to have done the thing you gave in charge...
Beget your happiness, be happy then, For it is done.
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Come to me, Tyrrel, soon at...
after-supper, When thou shalt tell the process of their death.
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The son of Clarence have I pent up close, His daughter meanly...
have I matched in marriage, The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham’s bosom, And Anne my wife hath bid this world goodnight.
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Bad news, my lord. Morton is fled to Richmond, And Buckingham...
backed with the hardy Welshmen, Is in the field, and still his power increaseth.
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Go, muster men. My counsel is my shield.
We must be brief when traitors brave the field
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Here in these confines slyly have I...
lurked To watch the waning of mine enemies.
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Ah, my poor princes! Ah, my tender babes...
My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets
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If yet your gentle souls fly in the air And be not fixed in...
doom perpetual, Hover about me with your airy wings And hear your mother’s lamentation.
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Wilt thou, O God, fly from such gentle lambs And throw them...
in the entrails of the wolf? When didst thou sleep when such a deed was done?
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Rest thy unrest on England’s lawful earth...
Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood.
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From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept...
A hellhound that doth hunt us all to death— That dog, that had his teeth before his eyes, To worry lambs and lap their gentle blood;
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I called thee then “vain flourish of my fortune.”
I called thee then poor shadow, “painted queen,”
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A sign of dignity, a breath...
a bubble, A queen in jest, only to fill the scene.
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Where is thy husband now? Where be thy brothers?..
Where are thy two sons? Wherein dost thou joy? Who sues and kneels and says “God save the Queen?”
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O, thou well-skilled in curses, stay awhile...
And teach me how to curse mine enemies.
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Let them have scope, though what they will impart...
Help nothing else, yet do they ease the heart.
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A flourish, trumpets! Strike alarum, drums!..
Let not the heavens hear these telltale women Rail on the Lord’s anointed. Strike, I say!
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Hear me a word...
For I shall never speak to thee again.
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Either thou wilt die by God’s just ordinance Ere from this war thou turn a...
conqueror, Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish And nevermore behold thy face again.
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For my daughters, Richard...
They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens
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So she may live unscarred of bleeding...
slaughter, I will confess she was not Edward’s daughter.
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No doubt the murd’rous knife was dull and blunt...
Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart, To revel in the entrails of my lambs.
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And I, in such a desp’rate bay of death...
Like a poor bark of sails and tackling reft, Rush all to pieces on thy rocky bosom.
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That thou dost love my daughter from thy...
soul. So from thy soul’s love didst thou love her brothers,
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I mean that with my soul I love thy daughter...
And do intend to make her Queen of England
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Send to her, by the man that slew her brothers...
A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave “Edward” and “York.” Then haply will she weep.
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If I did take the kingdom from your sons...
To make amends I’ll give it to your daughter.
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A grandam’s name is little less in...
love Than is the doting title of a mother.
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Of all one pain, save for a night of...
groans Endured of her for whom you bid like sorrow.
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And lead thy daughter to a conqueror’s bed...
To whom I will retail my conquest won, And she shall be sole victoress, Caesar’s Caesar
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(About the Length of the Princesses' life) As long as heaven and nature lengthens it.
As long as hell and Richard likes of it.
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Your reasons are too shallow and too quick.
O no, my reasons are too deep and dead— Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves.
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Harp not on that...
string, madam; that is past.
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Which now, two tender bedfellows for dust...
Thy broken faith hath made the prey for worms.
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But in your daughter’s womb I bury them...
Where, in that nest of spicery, they will breed Selves of themselves, to your recomforture.
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Relenting fool and...
shallow, changing woman!
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To our shores Throng many doubtful...
hollow-hearted friends, Unarmed and unresolved to beat them back
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Richmond is on the seas.
There let him sink, and be the seas on him!
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Is the chair empty? Is the sword unswayed?..
Is the King dead, the empire unpossessed? What heir of York is there alive but we? And who is England’s king but great York’s heir?
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Go then and muster men, but leave behind...
Your son George Stanley. Look your heart be firm, Or else his head’s assurance is but frail