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Richard III
[I, 1]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

81

Humbly complaining to her deity
Got my lord chamberlain his liberty.
I'll tell you what; I think it is our way,
If we will keep in favour with the king,
To be her men and wear her livery:
The jealous o'erworn widow and herself,
Since that our brother dubb'd them gentlewomen.
Are mighty gossips in this monarchy.

2

Richard III
[I, 1]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

103

Naught to do with mistress Shore! I tell thee, fellow,
He that doth naught with her, excepting one,
Were best he do it secretly, alone.

3

Richard III
[I, 2]

Lady Anne

248

O wonderful, when devils tell the truth!

4

Richard III
[I, 2]

Lady Anne

305

If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide,
These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks.

5

Richard III
[I, 3]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

531

I cannot tell: the world is grown so bad,
That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch:
Since every Jack became a gentleman
There's many a gentle person made a Jack.

6

Richard III
[I, 3]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

576

What! threat you me with telling of the king?
Tell him, and spare not: look, what I have said
I will avouch in presence of the king:
I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower.
'Tis time to speak; my pains are quite forgot.

7

Richard III
[I, 3]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

796

I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl.
The secret mischiefs that I set abroach
I lay unto the grievous charge of others.
Clarence, whom I, indeed, have laid in darkness,
I do beweep to many simple gulls
Namely, to Hastings, Derby, Buckingham;
And say it is the queen and her allies
That stir the king against the duke my brother.
Now, they believe it; and withal whet me
To be revenged on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey:
But then I sigh; and, with a piece of scripture,
Tell them that God bids us do good for evil:
And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
[Enter two Murderers]
But, soft! here come my executioners.
How now, my hardy, stout resolved mates!
Are you now going to dispatch this deed?

8

Richard III
[I, 4]

Sir Robert Brakenbury

841

What was your dream? I long to hear you tell it.

9

Richard III
[I, 4]

Sir Robert Brakenbury

897

No marvel, my lord, though it affrighted you;
I promise, I am afraid to hear you tell it.

10

Richard III
[I, 4]

First Murderer

947

Back to the Duke of Gloucester, tell him so.

11

Richard III
[I, 4]

Second Murderer

948

I pray thee, stay a while: I hope my holy humour
will change; 'twas wont to hold me but while one
would tell twenty.

12

Richard III
[I, 4]

George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence)

1002

You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so,
And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it.
Wherein, my friends, have I offended you?

13

Richard III
[I, 4]

George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence)

1063

Tell him, when that our princely father York
Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm,
And charged us from his soul to love each other,
He little thought of this divided friendship:
Bid Gloucester think of this, and he will weep.

14

Richard III
[I, 4]

Second Murderer

1109

I would he knew that I had saved his brother!
Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say;
For I repent me that the duke is slain.

15

Richard III
[II, 2]

Boy

1271

Tell me, good grandam, is our father dead?

16

Richard III
[II, 4]

Duke of York

1518

If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me.

17

Richard III
[III, 1]

Prince Edward

1586

I thank you, good my lord; and thank you all.
I thought my mother, and my brother York,
Would long ere this have met us on the way
Fie, what a slug is Hastings, that he comes not
To tell us whether they will come or no!

18

Richard III
[III, 1]

Prince Edward

1655

That Julius Caesar was a famous man;
With what his valour did enrich his wit,
His wit set down to make his valour live
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;
For now he lives in fame, though not in life.
I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham,—

19

Richard III
[III, 1]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

1756

Commend me to Lord William: tell him, Catesby,
His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries
To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle;
And bid my friend, for joy of this good news,
Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more.

20

Richard III
[III, 2]

Lord Hastings

1798

Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord;
Bid him not fear the separated councils
His honour and myself are at the one,
And at the other is my servant Catesby
Where nothing can proceed that toucheth us
Whereof I shall not have intelligence.
Tell him his fears are shallow, wanting instance:
And for his dreams, I wonder he is so fond
To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers
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.
Go, bid thy master rise and come to me
And we will both together to the Tower,
Where, he shall see, the boar will use us kindly.