No Fear Shakespeare
Richard III
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Act 4, Scene 3, Page 2
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TYRREL
If to have done the thing you gave in charge
Beget your happiness, be happy then,
For it is done.
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TYRREL
If my doing what you told me to makes you happy, then be happy, because I did it.
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RICHARD
But did’st thou see them dead?
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RICHARD
But did you see them dead?
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TYRREL
I did, my lord.
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TYRREL
I did, my lord.
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RICHARD
And buried, gentle Tyrrel?
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RICHARD
And buried, noble Tyrrel?
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TYRREL
The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them,
But where, to say the truth, I do not know.
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TYRREL
The Tower’s chaplain has buried them, but to tell you the truth, I don’t know where.
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RICHARD
Come to me, Tyrrel, soon at after-supper,
When thou shalt tell the process of their death.
Meantime, but think how I may do thee good,
And be inheritor of thy desire.
Farewell till then.
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RICHARD
Tyrrel, come back shortly after dinner and tell me the details of their deaths. In the meantime, think about how I can do you good and give you what you want. See you soon.
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TYRREL
I humbly take my leave.
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TYRREL
I humbly say goodbye.
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Exit TYRREL
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TYRREL exits. |
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RICHARD
The son of Clarence have I pent up close,
His daughter meanly have I matched in marriage,
The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham’s bosom,
And Anne my wife hath bid this world goodnight.
Now, for I know the Breton Richmond aims
At young Elizabeth, my brother’s daughter,
And by that knot looks proudly on the crown,
To her go I, a jolly thriving wooer.
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RICHARD
I’ve locked up Clarence’s son and matched his daughter with a poor fellow. Edward’s sons have been carried off by the angels and Anne, my wife, has bid good night to the world. Now I go, a jolly, thriving wooer, to marry my brother Edward’s young daughter, Elizabeth, because I know Richmond has his eye on her. He wants to win the crown by way of marrying her.
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Enter RATCLIFFE
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RATCLIFFE enters. |
