No Fear Shakespeare
Richard III
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Act 1, Scene 1, Page 5
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CLARENCE
We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey.
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CLARENCE
We know you have a job to do, Brakenbury, and we’ll do what you say.
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RICHARD
We are the queen’s abjects and must obey.—
Brother, farewell. I will unto the king,
And whatsoe'er you will employ me in,
Were it to call King Edward’s widow “sister,”
I will perform it to enfranchise you.
Meantime, this deep disgrace in brotherhood
Touches me deeper than you can imagine.
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RICHARD
We are required to serve the queen, and we must obey her. Farewell, brother. I will go to the king and do whatever you want me to, even if it’s to call my brother’s wife “sister,” in order to set you free. But just so you know, I am very angry about how our own brother has treated you, angrier than you can imagine.
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CLARENCE
I know it pleaseth neither of us well.
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CLARENCE
It doesn’t make either of us happy, I know.
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RICHARD
Well, your imprisonment shall not be long.
I will deliver you or else lie for you.
Meantime, have patience.
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RICHARD
Well, your imprisonment won’t last long. I will either get you out, lying if I have to, or stay in prison in your place. In the meantime, be patient.
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CLARENCE
I must perforce. Farewell.
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CLARENCE
I have no choice. Goodbye.
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Exeunt CLARENCE, BRAKENBURY, and guard |
CLARENCE, BRAKENBURY, and the guards exit. |
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RICHARD
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,
If heaven will take the present at our hands.
But who comes here? The new-delivered Hastings?
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RICHARD
Go walk the path that you will never return from. Dumb, honest Clarence. I love you so much that I’ll send your soul to heaven very soon—if heaven will accept anything from me, that is. But who’s coming? The newly released Hastings?
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Enter HASTINGS
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HASTINGS enters. |
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HASTINGS
Good time of day unto my gracious lord.
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HASTINGS
Good afternoon, my dear lord!
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RICHARD
As much unto my good Lord Chamberlain.
Well are you welcome to the open air.
How hath your lordship brooked imprisonment?
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RICHARD
The same to you, my lord! Welcome to the open air again. How did you tolerate prison?
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