Act 1 Flashcards
A1S1 Now is the winter of discontent…
Made glorious by this son of York
A1S1 And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover…
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determinèd to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
A1S1 Plots have I laid…
inductions dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence and the King
In deadly hate, the one against the other;
A1S1 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.
A1S1 Go tread the path…
that thou shalt ne’er return.
Simple, plain Clarence, I do love thee so
That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven,
A1S1 And leave the world…
for me to bustle in.
A1S1 For then I’ll marry…
Warwick’s youngest daughter.
What though I killed her husband and her father?
A1S1
But yet I run before my horse to market…
Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives and reigns.
When they are gone, then must I count my gains.
A1S2 Set down, set down your honourable load,…
If honour may be shrouded in a hearse,
Whilst I awhile obsequiously lament
Th’ untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.
A1S2 For ’tis thy presence…
that exhales this blood
From cold and empty veins where no blood dwells.
A1S2 Lo, here I lend…
I lay it naked…
thee this sharp-pointed sword,
to the deadly stroke
And humbly beg the death upon my knee.
A1S2 I would…
I knew thy heart.
A1S2 Look how my ring…
encompasseth thy finger;
Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart.
A1S2 Was ever woman…
in this humor wooed?
Was ever woman in this humor won?
A1S2 I’ll have her,…
but I will not keep her long.