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Act 3, scene 7
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Richard III
Act 3, scene 7



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Act 3, scene 1

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Act 3, scene 7

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Tyrrel reports the deaths of Edward IV’s sons. Richard then reveals that Anne is dead and that he will now…

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Buckingham is led to execution.

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Richmond and his army march against Richard.

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Scene 7
Enter Richard and Buckingham at several doors.

 How now, how now? What say the citizens?
 Now, by the holy mother of our Lord,
 The citizens are mum, say not a word.
 Touched you the bastardy of Edward’s children?
5 I did; with his contract with Lady Lucy
 And his contract by deputy in France;
 Th’ unsatiate greediness of his desire
 And his enforcement of the city wives;
 His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy,
10 As being got, your father then in France,
 And his resemblance being not like the Duke.
 Withal, I did infer your lineaments,
 Being the right idea of your father,
 Both in your form and nobleness of mind;
15 Laid open all your victories in Scotland,
 Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace,
 Your bounty, virtue, fair humility;
 Indeed, left nothing fitting for your purpose
 Untouched or slightly handled in discourse.
20 And when mine oratory drew toward end,
 I bid them that did love their country’s good
 Cry “God save Richard, England’s royal king!”
RICHARD And did they so?

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 No. So God help me, they spake not a word
25 But, like dumb statues or breathing stones,
 Stared each on other and looked deadly pale;
 Which when I saw, I reprehended them
 And asked the Mayor what meant this willful silence.
 His answer was, the people were not used
30 To be spoke to but by the Recorder.
 Then he was urged to tell my tale again:
 “Thus saith the Duke. Thus hath the Duke
 But nothing spoke in warrant from himself.
35 When he had done, some followers of mine own,
 At lower end of the hall, hurled up their caps,
 And some ten voices cried “God save King Richard!”
 And thus I took the vantage of those few.
 “Thanks, gentle citizens and friends,” quoth I.
40 “This general applause and cheerful shout
 Argues your wisdoms and your love to Richard”—
 And even here brake off and came away.
 What tongueless blocks were they! Would they not
45 Will not the Mayor then and his brethren come?
 The Mayor is here at hand. Intend some fear;
 Be not you spoke with but by mighty suit.
 And look you get a prayer book in your hand
 And stand between two churchmen, good my lord,
50 For on that ground I’ll make a holy descant.
 And be not easily won to our requests.
 Play the maid’s part: still answer “nay,” and take it.
 I go. An if you plead as well for them
 As I can say “nay” to thee for myself,
55 No doubt we bring it to a happy issue.
Knocking within.

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 Go, go, up to the leads. The Lord Mayor knocks.
Richard exits.

Enter the Mayor and Citizens.

 Welcome, my lord. I dance attendance here.
 I think the Duke will not be spoke withal.

Enter Catesby.

 Now, Catesby, what says your lord to my request?
60 He doth entreat your Grace, my noble lord,
 To visit him tomorrow or next day.
 He is within, with two right reverend fathers,
 Divinely bent to meditation,
 And in no worldly suits would he be moved
65 To draw him from his holy exercise.
 Return, good Catesby, to the gracious duke.
 Tell him myself, the Mayor, and aldermen,
 In deep designs, in matter of great moment
 No less importing than our general good,
70 Are come to have some conference with his Grace.
 I’ll signify so much unto him straight.He exits.
 Ah ha, my lord, this prince is not an Edward!
 He is not lolling on a lewd love-bed,
 But on his knees at meditation;
75 Not dallying with a brace of courtesans,
 But meditating with two deep divines;
 Not sleeping, to engross his idle body,
 But praying, to enrich his watchful soul.
 Happy were England would this virtuous prince

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80 Take on his Grace the sovereignty thereof.
 But sure I fear we shall not win him to it.
 Marry, God defend his Grace should say us nay.
 I fear he will. Here Catesby comes again.

Enter Catesby.

 Now, Catesby, what says his Grace?
85 He wonders to what end you have assembled
 Such troops of citizens to come to him,
 His Grace not being warned thereof before.
 He fears, my lord, you mean no good to him.
 Sorry I am my noble cousin should
90 Suspect me that I mean no good to him.
 By heaven, we come to him in perfect love,
 And so once more return and tell his Grace.
Catesby exits.
 When holy and devout religious men
 Are at their beads, ’tis much to draw them thence,
95 So sweet is zealous contemplation.

Enter Richard aloft, between two Bishops.
Catesby reenters.

 See where his Grace stands, ’tween two clergymen.
 Two props of virtue for a Christian prince,
 To stay him from the fall of vanity;
 And, see, a book of prayer in his hand,
100 True ornaments to know a holy man.—
 Famous Plantagenet, most gracious prince,
 Lend favorable ear to our requests,

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 And pardon us the interruption
 Of thy devotion and right Christian zeal.
105 My lord, there needs no such apology.
 I do beseech your Grace to pardon me,
 Who, earnest in the service of my God,
 Deferred the visitation of my friends.
 But, leaving this, what is your Grace’s pleasure?
110 Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God above
 And all good men of this ungoverned isle.
 I do suspect I have done some offense
 That seems disgracious in the city’s eye,
 And that you come to reprehend my ignorance.
115 You have, my lord. Would it might please your
 On our entreaties, to amend your fault.
 Else wherefore breathe I in a Christian land?
 Know, then, it is your fault that you resign
120 The supreme seat, the throne majestical,
 The sceptered office of your ancestors,
 Your state of fortune, and your due of birth,
 The lineal glory of your royal house,
 To the corruption of a blemished stock,
125 Whiles in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts,
 Which here we waken to our country’s good,
 The noble isle doth want her proper limbs—
 Her face defaced with scars of infamy,
 Her royal stock graft with ignoble plants,
130 And almost shouldered in the swallowing gulf
 Of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion;
 Which to recure, we heartily solicit

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 Your gracious self to take on you the charge
 And kingly government of this your land,
135 Not as Protector, steward, substitute,
 Or lowly factor for another’s gain,
 But as successively, from blood to blood,
 Your right of birth, your empery, your own.
 For this, consorted with the citizens,
140 Your very worshipful and loving friends,
 And by their vehement instigation,
 In this just cause come I to move your Grace.
 I cannot tell if to depart in silence
 Or bitterly to speak in your reproof
145 Best fitteth my degree or your condition.
 If not to answer, you might haply think
 Tongue-tied ambition, not replying, yielded
 To bear the golden yoke of sovereignty,
 Which fondly you would here impose on me.
150 If to reprove you for this suit of yours,
 So seasoned with your faithful love to me,
 Then on the other side I checked my friends.
 Therefore, to speak, and to avoid the first,
 And then, in speaking, not to incur the last,
155 Definitively thus I answer you:
 Your love deserves my thanks, but my desert
 Unmeritable shuns your high request.
 First, if all obstacles were cut away
 And that my path were even to the crown
160 As the ripe revenue and due of birth,
 Yet so much is my poverty of spirit,
 So mighty and so many my defects,
 That I would rather hide me from my greatness,
 Being a bark to brook no mighty sea,
165 Than in my greatness covet to be hid
 And in the vapor of my glory smothered.
 But, God be thanked, there is no need of me,

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 And much I need to help you, were there need.
 The royal tree hath left us royal fruit,
170 Which, mellowed by the stealing hours of time,
 Will well become the seat of majesty,
 And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign.
 On him I lay that you would lay on me,
 The right and fortune of his happy stars,
175 Which God defend that I should wring from him.
 My lord, this argues conscience in your Grace,
 But the respects thereof are nice and trivial,
 All circumstances well considerèd.
 You say that Edward is your brother’s son;
180 So say we too, but not by Edward’s wife.
 For first was he contract to Lady Lucy—
 Your mother lives a witness to his vow—
 And afterward by substitute betrothed
 To Bona, sister to the King of France.
185 These both put off, a poor petitioner,
 A care-crazed mother to a many sons,
 A beauty-waning and distressèd widow,
 Even in the afternoon of her best days,
 Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye,
190 Seduced the pitch and height of his degree
 To base declension and loathed bigamy.
 By her in his unlawful bed he got
 This Edward, whom our manners call “the Prince.”
 More bitterly could I expostulate,
195 Save that, for reverence to some alive,
 I give a sparing limit to my tongue.
 Then, good my lord, take to your royal self
 This proffered benefit of dignity,
 If not to bless us and the land withal,
200 Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry
 From the corruption of abusing times
 Unto a lineal, true-derivèd course.

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 Do, good my lord. Your citizens entreat you.
 Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffered love.
205 O, make them joyful. Grant their lawful suit.
 Alas, why would you heap this care on me?
 I am unfit for state and majesty.
 I do beseech you, take it not amiss;
 I cannot, nor I will not, yield to you.
210 If you refuse it, as in love and zeal
 Loath to depose the child, your brother’s son—
 As well we know your tenderness of heart
 And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse,
 Which we have noted in you to your kindred
215 And equally indeed to all estates—
 Yet know, whe’er you accept our suit or no,
 Your brother’s son shall never reign our king,
 But we will plant some other in the throne,
 To the disgrace and downfall of your house.
220 And in this resolution here we leave you.—
 Come, citizens. Zounds, I’ll entreat no more.
 O, do not swear, my lord of Buckingham!
Buckingham and some others exit.
 Call him again, sweet prince. Accept their suit.
 If you deny them, all the land will rue it.
225 Will you enforce me to a world of cares?
 Call them again. I am not made of stones,
 But penetrable to your kind entreaties,
 Albeit against my conscience and my soul.

Enter Buckingham and the rest.

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 Cousin of Buckingham and sage, grave men,
230 Since you will buckle Fortune on my back,
 To bear her burden, whe’er I will or no,
 I must have patience to endure the load;
 But if black scandal or foul-faced reproach
 Attend the sequel of your imposition,
235 Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me
 From all the impure blots and stains thereof,
 For God doth know, and you may partly see,
 How far I am from the desire of this.
 God bless your Grace! We see it and will say it.
240 In saying so, you shall but say the truth.
 Then I salute you with this royal title:
 Long live Richard, England’s worthy king!
ALL Amen.
 Tomorrow may it please you to be crowned?
245 Even when you please, for you will have it so.
 Tomorrow, then, we will attend your Grace,
 And so most joyfully we take our leave.
RICHARD, to the Bishops 
 Come, let us to our holy work again.—
 Farewell, my cousin. Farewell, gentle friends.
They exit.