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A buck of the first head.

      — Love's Labour's Lost, Act IV Scene 2

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Richard III
[I, 1]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

67

Why, this it is, when men are ruled by women:
'Tis not the king that sends you to the Tower:
My Lady Grey his wife, Clarence, 'tis she
That tempers him to this extremity.
Was it not she and that good man of worship,
Anthony Woodville, her brother there,
That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower,
From whence this present day he is deliver'd?
We are not safe, Clarence; we are not safe.

2

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.

3

Richard III
[I, 1]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

93

Even so; an't please your worship, Brakenbury,
You may partake of any thing we say:
We speak no treason, man: we say the king
Is wise and virtuous, and his noble queen
Well struck in years, fair, and not jealous;
We say that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot,
A cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue;
And that the queen's kindred are made gentle-folks:
How say you sir? Can you deny all this?

4

Richard III
[I, 1]

George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence)

110

We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey.

5

Richard III
[I, 1]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

111

We are the queen's abjects, and must obey.
Brother, farewell: I will unto the king;
And whatsoever you will employ me in,
Were it to call King Edward's widow sister,
I will perform it to enfranchise you.
Meantime, this deep disgrace in brotherhood
Touches me deeper than you can imagine.

6

Richard III
[I, 3]

Duke of Buckingham

496

Madam, we did: he desires to make atonement
Betwixt the Duke of Gloucester and your brothers,
And betwixt them and my lord chamberlain;
And sent to warn them to his royal presence.

7

Richard III
[I, 3]

Queen Elizabeth

535

Come, come, we know your meaning, brother
Gloucester;
You envy my advancement and my friends':
God grant we never may have need of you!

8

Richard III
[I, 3]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

539

Meantime, God grants that we have need of you:
Your brother is imprison'd by your means,
Myself disgraced, and the nobility
Held in contempt; whilst many fair promotions
Are daily given to ennoble those
That scarce, some two days since, were worth a noble.

9

Richard III
[I, 3]

Lord (Earl) Rivers

608

My Lord of Gloucester, in those busy days
Which here you urge to prove us enemies,
We follow'd then our lord, our lawful king:
So should we you, if you should be our king.

10

Richard III
[I, 3]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

638

The curse my noble father laid on thee,
When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper
And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes,
And then, to dry them, gavest the duke a clout
Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland—
His curses, then from bitterness of soul
Denounced against thee, are all fall'n upon thee;
And God, not we, hath plagued thy bloody deed.

11

Richard III
[I, 3]

Queen Elizabeth

793

Catesby, we come. Lords, will you go with us?

12

Richard III
[I, 3]

Lord (Earl) Rivers

794

Madam, we will attend your grace.

13

Richard III
[I, 3]

First Murderer

815

We are, my lord; and come to have the warrant
That we may be admitted where he is.

14

Richard III
[I, 3]

First Murderer

824

Tush!
Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate;
Talkers are no good doers: be assured
We come to use our hands and not our tongues.

15

Richard III
[I, 3]

First Murderer

831

We will, my noble lord.

16

Richard III
[I, 4]

George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence)

842

Methoughts that I had broken from the Tower,
And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy;
And, in my company, my brother Gloucester;
Who from my cabin tempted me to walk
Upon the hatches: thence we looked toward England,
And cited up a thousand fearful times,
During the wars of York and Lancaster
That had befall'n us. As we paced along
Upon the giddy footing of the hatches,
Methought that Gloucester stumbled; and, in falling,
Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard,
Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown!
What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!
What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!
Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks;
Ten thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon;
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea:
Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept,
As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems,
Which woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep,
And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.

17

Richard III
[I, 4]

Second Murderer

935

What, shall we stab him as he sleeps?

18

Richard III
[I, 4]

First Murderer

939

Why, then he will say we stabbed him sleeping.

19

Richard III
[I, 4]

Second Murderer

980

Spoke like a tail fellow that respects his
reputation. Come, shall we to this gear?

20

Richard III
[I, 4]

First Murderer

982

Take him over the costard with the hilts of thy
sword, and then we will chop him in the malmsey-butt
in the next room.

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