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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]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

267

I did not kill your husband.

2

Richard III
[I, 2]

Lady Anne

276

Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind.
Which never dreamt on aught but butcheries:
Didst thou not kill this king?

3

Richard III
[I, 2]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

336

I would they were, that I might die at once;
For now they kill me with a living death.
Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears,
Shamed their aspect with store of childish drops:
These eyes that never shed remorseful tear,
No, when my father York and Edward wept,
To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made
When black-faced Clifford shook his sword at him;
Nor when thy warlike father, like a child,
Told the sad story of my father's death,
And twenty times made pause to sob and weep,
That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks
Like trees bedash'd with rain: in that sad time
My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear;
And what these sorrows could not thence exhale,
Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping.
I never sued to friend nor enemy;
My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word;
But now thy beauty is proposed my fee,
My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak.
[She looks scornfully at him]
Teach not thy lips such scorn, for they were made
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,
Lo, here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword;
Which if thou please to hide in this true bosom.
And let the soul forth that adoreth thee,
I lay it naked to the deadly stroke,
And humbly beg the death upon my knee.
[He lays his breast open: she offers at it with his sword]
Nay, do not pause; for I did kill King Henry,
But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me.
Nay, now dispatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young Edward,
But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on.
[Here she lets fall the sword]
Take up the sword again, or take up me.

4

Richard III
[I, 2]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

374

Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it.

5

Richard III
[I, 2]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

376

Tush, that was in thy rage:
Speak it again, and, even with the word,
That hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love,
Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love;
To both their deaths thou shalt be accessary.

6

Richard III
[I, 3]

Queen Margaret

708

Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my fortune!
Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider,
Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?
Fool, fool! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself.
The time will come when thou shalt wish for me
To help thee curse that poisonous bunchback'd toad.

7

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.

8

Richard III
[I, 4]

First Murderer

974

'Zounds, it is even now at my elbow, persuading me
not to kill the duke.

9

Richard III
[IV, 2]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

2663

Darest thou resolve to kill a friend of mine?

10

Richard III
[IV, 2]

Sir James Tyrrel

2664

Ay, my lord;
But I had rather kill two enemies.

11

Richard III
[IV, 2]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

2698

How chance the prophet could not at that time
Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him?

12

Richard III
[IV, 4]

Duchess of York

2839

I had a Richard too, and thou didst kill him;
I had a Rutland too, thou holp'st to kill him.

13

Richard III
[IV, 4]

Queen Elizabeth

3236

But thou didst kill my children.