Act 3 Flashcards
A3S1 Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years…
Hath not yet dived into the world’s deceit;
Nor more can you distinguish of a man
Than of his outward show
A3S1 God keep me from false friends…
but they were none
A3S1 Oft have I heard of sanctuary men…
But sanctuary children, never till now.
A3S1 I do not like the Tower, of any place.—
Did Julius Caesar build that place, my lord?
A3S1 I do not like the Tower, of any place.—
Did Julius Caesar build that place, my lord?
A3S1 So wise so young…
they say, do never live long
A3S1 Death makes no conquest of this conqueror…
For now he lives in fame, though not in life
A3S1 Short summers…
lightly have a forward spring
A3S1 Because that I am little, like an ape
He thinks that you should bear me on your
shoulders
A3S1 With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons!…
To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle,
He prettily and aptly taunts himself.
A3S1 sound thou Lord Hastings how…
he doth stand affected to our purpose
A3S1 If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling…
Be thou so too, and so break off the talk,
And give us notice of his inclination;
A3S1 Commend me to Lord William. Tell him, Catesby…
His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries
Tomorrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle,
A3S1 Now, my lord, what shall we do if we perceive
Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots?
Chop off his head.
A3S1 For we tomorrow hold…
divided councils,
Wherein thyself shalt highly be employed.
A3S2 He dreamt the…
boar had razèd off his helm
A3S2 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.
A3S2 And we will both together to the Tower…
Where he shall see the boar will use us kindly.
A3S2 And for his dreams, I wonder he’s so…
simple
To trust the mock’ry of unquiet slumbers.
A3S2 It is a reeling world indeed, my lord,
And I believe…
will never stand upright
Till Richard wear the garland of the realm.
A3S2 I’ll have this crown of mine…
cut from my shoulders
Before I’ll see the crown so foul misplaced.
A3S2 ’Tis a vile thing to die…
my gracious lord,
When men are unprepared and look not for it.
A3S2 The Princes both make high account of you…
(Aside) For they account his head upon the Bridge.
A3S2 Come on, come on. Where is your —– ——–, man?
Come on, come on. Where is your boar-spear, man?
A3S2 They, for their truth, might better wear their heads….
Than some that have accused them wear their hats.
A3S3 Sir Richard Ratcliffe, let me tell thee this: …
Today shalt thou behold a subject die
For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.
A3S3 O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou…
bloody prison,
Fatal and ominous to noble peers!
A3S3 And for my sister and her princely sons…
Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood,
Which, as thou know’st, unjustly must be spilt.
A3S4 Lord Hastings, you and he are…
near in love.
A3S4 I saw good strawberries in your garden there…
I do beseech you, send for some of them.
A3S4 That he will lose his head ere give consent…
His master’s child, as worshipfully he terms it,
Shall lose the royalty of England’s throne.
A3S4 The tender love I bear your Grace, my lord,
Makes me most forward in this princely presence…
To doom th’ offenders, whosoe’er they be.
I say, my lord, they have deservèd death.
A3S4 I pray you all, tell me what they deserve
That do conspire my death with devilish plots…
Of damnèd witchcraft, and that have prevailed
Upon my body with their hellish charms?
A3S4 Then be your eyes the witness of their evil…
Look how I am bewitched! Behold mine arm
Is like a blasted sapling withered up;
A3S4 If? Thou protector of this damnèd strumpet…
Talk’st thou to me of “ifs”? Thou art a traitor.—
Off with his head.
A3S4 Woe, woe for England!…
Not a whit for me,
For I, too fond, might have prevented this.
A3S4 Stanley did dream the boar…
did raze his helm,
And I did scorn it and disdain to fly.
A3S4 Three times today my foot-cloth horse did stumble…
And started when he looked upon the Tower,
As loath to bear me to the slaughterhouse.
A3S4 O Margaret, Margaret…
now thy heavy curse
Is lighted on poor Hastings’ wretched head.
A3S4 The rest that love me…
rise and follow me
A3S4 O momentary grace of mortal men…
Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
A3S4 Who builds his hope in air of your good looks
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast…
Ready with every nod to tumble down
Into the fatal bowels of the deep.
A3S4 O bloody Richard! Miserable England,
I prophesy the fearfull’st time to thee…
That ever wretched age hath looked upon.—
Come, lead me to the block. Bear him my head.
They smile at me who shortly shall be dead.
A3S5 Come, cousin, canst thou quake and change thy
color…
Murder thy breath in middle of a word,
And then again begin, and stop again,
As if thou were distraught and mad with terror?
A3S5 Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian…
Speak, and look back, and pry on every side,
Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,
Intending deep suspicion.
A3S5 Here is the head of that ignoble traitor…
The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings
A3S5 So smooth he daubed his vice…
with show of virtue
A3S5 I mean his conversation with Shore’s wife…
He lived from all attainder of suspects.
A3S5 So dear I loved the man that I must…
weep.
I took him for the plainest harmless creature
That breathed upon the Earth a Christian;
A3S5 We live to tell it, that the subtle traitor
This day…
had plotted, in the council house,
To murder me and my good Lord of Gloucester?
A3S5 But that the extreme peril of the case,
The peace…
of England, and our persons’ safety
Enforced us to this execution?
A3S5 I never looked for better at his hands…
After he once fell in with Mistress Shore.
A3S5 Because, my lord, I would have had you heard
The traitor…
speak and timorously confess
The manner and the purpose of his treasons,
A3S5 Infer the b…
Bastardy of Edward’s children.
A3S5 Tell them how Edward put to death a citizen
Only for…
saying he would make his son
Heir to the Crown—meaning indeed his house
A3S5 Moreover, urge his hateful luxury
And bestial appetite in change of lust…
Which stretched unto their servants, daughters,
wives
A3S5 Even where his raging eye or…
savage heart,
Without control, lusted to make a prey.
A3S5 If you thrive well, bring them to Baynard’s Castle…
Where you shall find me well accompanied
With reverend fathers and well-learnèd bishops.
A3S6 Who is so gross
That cannot see this palpable device?…
Yet who so bold but says he sees it not?
Bad is the world, and all will come to naught
When such ill dealing must be seen in thought.
A3S7 What tongueless…
blocks were they! Would they not
speak?
A3S7 And look you get a prayer book in your hand…
And stand between two churchmen, good my lord,
For on that ground I’ll make a holy descant.
A3S7 And be not easily won to our requests.
Play the…
maid’s part: still answer “nay,” and take it.
A3S7 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;
A3S7 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.
A3S7 You say that Edward is your brother’s son…
So say we too, but not by Edward’s wife.
For first was he contract to Lady Lucy—
A3S7 By her in his unlawful bed he got…
This Edward, whom our manners call “the Prince.”
A3S7 If not to bless us and the land withal,
Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry…
From the corruption of abusing times
Unto a lineal, true-derivèd course.
A3S7 But if black scandal or foul-faced reproach
Attend the sequel of your imposition…
Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me
From all the impure blots and stains thereof,
