Richard III Page #2

who has him.

And you unfit for any place but hell!

One place else,

if you will hear me name it.

- Some dungeon!

- Your bedchamber.

Les leave this keen

encounter of our wits.

Your beauty,

which did haunt me in my sleep...

...Could make me undertake

the death of all the world...

...So I might live one hour

in your sweet bosom.

If I thought that, I tell you, homicide...

...I would rend that beauty

from my cheeks!

These eyes could not endure

that beauty's wreck.

As all the world is cheered

by the sun, so I by that.

It is my day... my life!

He who bereft you, lady,

of your husband...

...Did it to help you to a better husband.

His better does not breathe

upon the earth.

He lives who loves you

better than he could.

- Where is he?

- Here.

Why...

...do you spit at me?

Would it were mortal poison

for your sake!

Never came poison

from so sweet a place.

Never hung poison on a fouler toad!

Out of my sight!

You do infect my eyes!

Those eyes of yours...

from mine have drawn salt tears.

Yet, when I heard the story

of my father's death...

...And all the standers-by

had wet their cheeks...

...Like trees bedashed with rain,

in that sad time...

...My manly eyes did scorn a humble tear.

And what that sorrow

could not thence exhale...

...Your beauty has...

...and made them blind with weeping.

Teach not your lip such scorn...

...for it was made for kissing, lady...

...not for such contempt.

If your revengeful heart cannot forgive...

...I humbly beg for death...

...upon my knee!

No, do not pause,

it was I who killed your husband...

...But it was your heavenly face

which set me on.

(knife clatters onto floor)

Take up the blade again...

...or take up me.

I will not be your executioner.

Then bid me kill myself...

and I will do it.

I have already.

That was in your rage. Speak it again.

I would I knew your heart.

I fear it is false.

Then never was man true!

Put... down the blade.

But shall I live in hope?

All men, I hope, live so.

(knife drops on floor)

Vouchsafe to wear this ring.

To take is not to give.

May I, with all expedient duty, see you?

And much it joys me, too,

To see you are become so penitent.

Bid me farewell.

'Tis more than you deserve.

But since you teach me

how to flatter you...

...lmagine I have said farewell already.

Was ever woman in this humour wooed?

Was ever woman in this humour won?

I'll have her...

...but I'll not keep her long!

I who killed her husband and his father...

...To take her

in her hears extremest hate...

...With curses in her mouth,

tears in her eyes...

...And then to win her...

...all the world to nothing? Ha!

Upon my life, she finds...

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