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DUCHESS OF YORK:
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Art thou my son?
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KING RICHARD III:
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Ay, I thank God, my father, and yourself.
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DUCHESS OF YORK:
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Then patiently hear my impatience.
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KING RICHARD III:
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Madam, I have a touch of your condition,
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Which cannot brook the accent of reproof.
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DUCHESS OF YORK:
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O, let me speak!
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KING RICHARD III:
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Do then: but I'll not hear.
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DUCHESS OF YORK:
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I will be mild and gentle in my speech.
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KING RICHARD III:
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And brief, good mother; for I am in haste.
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DUCHESS OF YORK:
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Art thou so hasty? I have stay'd for thee,
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God knows, in anguish, pain and agony.
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KING RICHARD III:
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And came I not at last to comfort you?
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DUCHESS OF YORK:
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No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it well,
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Thou camest on earth to make the earth my hell.
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A grievous burthen was thy birth to me;
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Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy;
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Thy school-days frightful, desperate, wild, and furious,
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Thy prime of manhood daring, bold, and venturous,
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Thy age confirm'd, proud, subdued, bloody,
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treacherous,
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More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred:
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What comfortable hour canst thou name,
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That ever graced me in thy company?
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KING RICHARD III:
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Faith, none, but Humphrey Hour, that call'd
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your grace
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To breakfast once forth of my company.
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If I be so disgracious in your sight,
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Let me march on, and not offend your grace.
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Strike the drum.
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DUCHESS OF YORK:
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I prithee, hear me speak.
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KING RICHARD III:
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You speak too bitterly.
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DUCHESS OF YORK:
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Hear me a word;
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For I shall never speak to thee again.
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KING RICHARD III:
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So.
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DUCHESS OF YORK:
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Either thou wilt die, by God's just ordinance,
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Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror,
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Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish
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And never look upon thy face again.
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Therefore take with thee my most heavy curse;
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Which, in the day of battle, tire thee more
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Than all the complete armour that thou wear'st!
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My prayers on the adverse party fight;
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And there the little souls of Edward's children
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Whisper the spirits of thine enemies
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And promise them success and victory.
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Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;
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Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.
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QUEEN ELIZABETH:
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Though far more cause, yet much less spirit to curse
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Abides in me; I say amen to all.
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KING RICHARD III:
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Stay, madam; I must speak a word with you.
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QUEEN ELIZABETH:
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I have no more sons of the royal blood
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For thee to murder: for my daughters, Richard,
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They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens;
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And therefore level not to hit their lives.
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KING RICHARD III:
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You have a daughter call'd Elizabeth,
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Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.
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QUEEN ELIZABETH:
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