Richard III

Your highness.

Good night, your majesty.

Good night, son.

Father.

(whimpers)

(faint rumbling)

Shhh!

(rumbling grows louder)

(gunshot)

(laughter)

Your majesty.

Mother.

# Come live with me and be my love

# And we will all the pleasures prove

# That hills and valleys, dancing feet

# And all the craggy mountains yield

# Come live with me

# And be my love

# There will I make you a bed

# Of roses

# With a thousand

# Fragrant posies

# If these pleasures

# May you move

# Live with me and be my love

# Come live with me

# And be my love

# The shepherd swains

shall dance and sing

# For your delight...

(song continues faintly)

#... Then live with me and be my love

# Come live with me and be my love

# Come live with me

# And be my love

# And we will all the pleasures prove

# A belt of straw and ivy buds

# With coral clasp and amber studs

# Come live with me

# And be my love

# There will I make you a bed of roses

# With a thousand fragrant posies

# And if these pleasures

# May you move

# Then live with me and be my love

# Come live with me

# And be my love

# If that the world and love were young

# And truth in every shephers tongue

# These pretty pleasures

# Might me move

# To live with you and be your love

# Come live with me and be my love

(music ends)

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Now is the winter of our discontent...

...Made glorious summer...

...by this...

...son of York.

(laughter)

And all the clouds that loured

upon our house...

...ln the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Now are our brows bound

with victorious wreaths...

(applause)

...Our bruised arms hung up

for monuments...

...Our stern alarums changed

to merry meetings...

...Our dreadful marches

to delightful measures.

Grim-visaged war has smoothed

his wrinkled front...

...And now, instead of

mounting barbed steeds...

...To fright the souls of

fearful adversaries...

...He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber...

...To the lascivious pleasing of a lute!

But I that am not shaped

for sportive tricks...

...Nor made to court

an amorous looking-glass...

...I that am rudely stamped...

...deformed...

...unfinished...

...sent before my time...

...lnto this breathing world

scarce half made up...

...And that so lamely and unfashionable...

...That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...

...Why, I, in this weak

piping time of peace...

...Have no delight to pass away the time...

...Unless to spy my shadow in the sun...

...And descant on mine own deformity.

Why, I can smile...

...and murder while I smile...

...And wet my cheeks with artificial tears...

...And frame my face to all occasions.

And therefore,

since I cannot prove a lover...

...I am determined to prove a villain...

...And hate the idle pleasures

of these days.

Plots have I laid...

...To set my brothers Clarence

and King Edward...

...ln deadly hate the one against the other.

Clarence!

Brother! What means this guard?

His majesty, tendering my person's

safety, has appointed...

...This conduct to convey me to the Tower.

What is the matter, Clarence?

May I know?

Yes, Richard, when I know...

...but I must protest, as yet I do not.

Why, this it is

when men are ruled by women.

Is not the king

who sends you to the Tower.

Elizabeth is queen. Clarence, is she.

We're not safe, brother.

Look, we are not safe.

I beseech your lordships

both to pardon me.

His majesty

has strictly given me charge...

...That no man shall have private

conference with your brother.

We speak no treason.

We say the king is wise and virtuous,

and his queen well struck in years!

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