Richmond. Inter the bodies as become their births.
Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled
That in submission will return to us;
And then, as we have ta’en the sacrament,
We will unite the White Rose and the Red.
(1) Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction,
That long have frowned upon their enmity!
(2) What traitor hears me and says not amen?
England hath long been mad and scarred herself;
The brother blindly shed the brother’s blood,
The father rashly slaughtered his own son,
The son, compelled, been butcher to the sire.
All this divided York and Lancaster,
Divided in their dire division,
O, now let Richmond and Elizabeth,
The true succeeders of each royal house,
By God’s fair ordinance conjoin together!
And let their heirs, God, if thy will be so,
Enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace,
With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days!
(3) Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,
(4) That would reduce these bloody days (5) again
And make poor England weep in streams of blood!
Let them not live to taste this land’s increase
That would with treason wound this fair land’s peace!
Now civil wounds are stopped, peace lives again;
That she may long live here, God say amen!
(Richard III, V.v, 15-41)
Tybalt. Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford
No better term than this: thou art a villain.
Romeo. (7) Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
To such a greeting. Villain am I none.
Therefore farewell. I see thou knowest me not.
Tybalt. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
That thou hast done me ; therefore turn and draw.
(Romeo & Juliet, III.i, 61-68)
Goneril. I have been worth the whistle.
Albany. O Goneril!
(8) You are not worth the dust which the rude wind
Blows in your face. I fear your disposition;
That nature which contemns its origin
Cannot be bordered certain in itself;
She that herself will sliver and disbranch
From her material sap, perforce must wither
And come to deadly use.
Goneril. No more; the text is foolish.
(Lear, IV.ii, 29-37)
Elizabeth. Brother of (9) Gloucester, you mistake the matter.
The King on his own royal disposition,
And not proked by any suitor else,
Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred
That in your outward action shows itself
Against my children, brothers, and myself,
Makes him to send that he may learn the ground.
Richard. I cannot tell; the world is grown so bad
That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
Since every Jack became a gentleman,
There’s many a gentle person made a Jack.
Elizabeth. Come, come, we know your meaning, brother Gloucester.
You envy my advancement and my friends’.
God grant we never may have need of you!
(Richard III, I.iii, 62-75)
Richard. What, marry, may she! Marry with a king,
A bachelor and a handsome stripling too.
Iwis your grandmam had a worser match.
Elizabeth. My Lord of Gloucester, I have too long borne
Your blunt upbraidings and your bitter scoffs.
By heaven, I will acquaint his Majesty
Of those gross taunts that oft I have endured.
I had rather be a country servant maid
Than a great queen with this condition,
To be so baited, scorned, and stormed at.
(Richard III, I.iii, 99-108)
