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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

Richard III
[I, 2]

Lady Anne

280

Dost grant me, hedgehog? then, God grant me too
Thou mayst be damned for that wicked deed!
O, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous!

2

Richard III
[I, 4]

Second Murderer

943

Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; but to be
damned for killing him, from which no warrant can defend us.

3

Richard III
[II, 4]

Duchess of York

1543

Accursed and unquiet wrangling days,
How many of you have mine eyes beheld!
My husband lost his life to get the crown;
And often up and down my sons were toss'd,
For me to joy and weep their gain and loss:
And being seated, and domestic broils
Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors.
Make war upon themselves; blood against blood,
Self against self: O, preposterous
And frantic outrage, end thy damned spleen;
Or let me die, to look on death no more!

4

Richard III
[III, 3]

Lord Grey

1923

God keep the prince from all the pack of you!
A knot you are of damned blood-suckers!

5

Richard III
[III, 4]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

2016

I pray you all, tell me what they deserve
That do conspire my death with devilish plots
Of damned witchcraft, and that have prevail'd
Upon my body with their hellish charms?

6

Richard III
[III, 4]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

2031

If I thou protector of this damned strumpet—
Tellest thou 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.
Lovel and Ratcliff, look that it be done:
The rest, that love me, rise and follow me.

7

Richard III
[IV, 4]

Duchess of York

2928

If so, then be not tongue-tied: go with me.
And in the breath of bitter words let's smother
My damned son, which thy two sweet sons smother'd.
I hear his drum: be copious in exclaims.