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Your Highness.

Good night, Your Majesty.

Good night, son.

Father.

Shh!

Your Majesty.

Hut!

Mother.

# Come live with me
and be my love

# And we will all the pleasures prove

# That hills and valleys, dales and fields

# And all the craggy mountains yield

# Come live with me

# And be my love

# There will I make you a

# Bed of roses

# With a thousand

# Fragrant posies

# If these pleasures
may you move

# Live with me and be my love

# Come live with me

# And be my love

# The shepherds' swains
shall dance and sing

# Then live with me
and be my love

# Come live with me

# And be my love

# Come live with me
and be my love

# And we will all the
pleasures prove

# A belt of straw
and ivy buds

# With coral clasps
and amber studs

# Come live with me

# And be my love

# There will I make
you a bed of roses

# With a thousand

# Fragrant posies

# And if these pleasures
may you move

# Then live with me
and be my love

# Come live with me

# And be my love

# If that the world and
love were young

# And truth in every
shepherd's tongue

# These pretty pleasures
might me move

# To live with you

# And be your love

# Come live with me

# And be my love

Now is the winter
of our discontent,

made glorious summer,

by this sun of York.

And all the clouds that lowered
upon our house,

in the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Now all our brows bound
with victorious wreaths!

Our bruised arms hung
up for monuments,

our stern alarums changed
to merry meetings,

our dreadful marches
to delightful measures.

Grim-visaged war has smoothed
his wrinkled front.

And now,
instead of mounting barbed steeds

to fright the souls
of fearful adversaries, he...

Capers nimbly in
a lady's chamber

to the lascivious
pleasing of a lute.

But I, that am not shaped
for sportive tricks

nor made to court
an amorous looking glass.

I, that am rudely stamped...

Deformed...

Unfinished...

Sent before my time
into this breathing world,

scarce half made up,

and that so lamely
and unfashionable

that dogs bark at
me as I halt by them.

Why, I, in this weak
piping time of peace,

have no delight to
pass away the time,

unless to spy my
shadow in the sun

and descant on mine
own deformity.

Why, I can smile,

and murder while I smile,

wet my cheeks
with artificial tears

and frame my face
to all occasions.

And therefore,
since I cannot prove a lover,

I am determined
to prove a villain

and hate the idle
pleasures of these days.

Plots have I laid

to set my brothers,
Clarence and King Edward,

in deadly hate,
the one against the other.

Clarence!

Brother.

What means this guard?

His Majesty,
tendering my person's safety,

has appointed this conduct
to convey me to the Tower.

What is the matter, Clarence?

May I know?

Yes, Richard, when I know,
but I must protest,

as yet, I do not.

Why this it is,
when men are ruled by women.

It's not the King
who sends you to the tower.

- Elizabeth is Queen,
Clarence, it's she. - Oh.

We're not safe, brother.

We are not safe.

I beseech Your Lordships
both to pardon me.

His Majesty has strictly
given me charge

that no man shall have
private conference,

of what degree soever,
with your brother.

We speak no treason,
Brackenbury.

We say the King is
wise and virtuous

and his Queen...
Well-struck in years.

I beseech you both
to pardon me.

We know your charge, Brackenbury,
and we'll obey.

We are the Queen's
subjects and must obey.

Brother, farewell.

I will unto the King.

Meanwhile, this deep
disgrace in brotherhood

touches me deeper
than you can imagine.

Well, I know it pleases
neither of us well.

Well, your imprisonment
shall not be long.

I will deliver you or
else lie for you.

Meanwhile, have patience.

Well, I must perforce.

- Farewell.
- Mmm.

Simple, plain Clarence.

I do love you so that I shall
shortly send your soul to heaven,

if heaven will take the present
from my hands.

And now, I'll marry.

What though I killed her
husband and his father.

Oh, cursed be the hand
that made these holes.

Cursed the heart that
had the heart to do it.

Cursed the blood that
let this blood from hence.

If ever he have child,
abortive be it.

If ever he have wife,

let her be made more miserable
by the life of him

than I am made by my
young husband's death.

What black magician
conjures up this fiend

to stop devoted charitable deeds?

Sweet saint,
for charity be not so cursed.

Foul devil,

for God's sake,
hence and trouble me not,

for you have made this
happy earth my hell!

If you delight to see
your heinous deed,

behold the pattern
of your butchery.

Lady,

you know no rules of charity.

Villain, you know no
law of God nor man.

Vouchsafe,
divine perfection of a woman,

of this supposed crime
to give me leave,

by circumstance,
but to acquit myself.

Did you not kill my husband?

I grant you, yes.

You grant me, hedgehog?

Then God grant me, too,

you may be damned
for that wicked deed.

Gentle Lady Anne...

Oh, he was gentle, mild,
and virtuous.

The fitter for the King
of heaven who has him.

And you unfit for
anyplace but hell.

Yes, one place else,
if you will hear me name it.

Some dungeon.

Your bedchamber.

Let's leave this keen
encounter of our wits.

Your beauty,
which did haunt me in my sleep,

could make me undertake
the death of all the world,

so I might live one hour
in your sweet bosom.

If I thought that,
I tell you, homicide,

I would rend that beauty
from my cheeks.

These eyes could not endure
that beauty's wreck.

As all the world is cheered by the sun,
so I by that, it is my day,

my life.

He who bereft you, Lady,
of your husband,

did it to help you
to a better husband.

His better does not
breathe upon the earth.

He lives who loves you
better than he could.

- Where is he?
- Here.

Why do you spit at me?

Would it were mortal poison,
for your sake.

Never came poison
from so sweet a place.

Never hung poison
on a fouler toad.

Out of my sight!

You do infect my eyes!

Those eyes of yours...

from mine have
drawn salted tears.

Yet when I heard the story
of my father's death

and all the standers-by had wet their
cheeks like trees bedashed with rain,

in that sad time, my manly eyes
did scorn a humble tear,

and what that sorrow
could not thence exhale,

your beauty has.

And made them
blind with weeping.

Teach not your lip such scorn,

for it was made
for kissing, Lady,

and not for such contempt.

If your revengeful
heart cannot forgive,

I humbly beg for death...

upon my knee.

Now, do not pause.

It was I who killed
your husband,

but it was your heavenly
face which set me on.

Take up the blade again,

or take up me.

I will not be your executioner.

Then, bid me kill myself,
and I will do it.

I have already.

That was in your rage.
Speak it again.

I would I knew your heart,
I fear it is false.

Then never was man true.

Put down the blade.

But shall I live in hope?

All men I hope live so.

Vouchsafe to wear this ring.

To take is not to give.

May I, with all expedient duty,
see you?

And much it joys me, too,

to see you are become
so penitent.

Bid me farewell.

It is more than you deserve,

but since you teach
me how to flatter you,

imagine I have said
farewell already.

Was ever a woman in
this humor wooed?

Was ever a woman
in this humor won?

I'll have her,

but I'll not keep her long.
Eh?

I, who killed her
husband and his father,

to take her in her
heart's extremest hate,

with curses in her mouth,
tears in her eyes,

and then to win her.

All the world to nothing! Ha!

Upon my life she finds,
although I cannot,

myself to be a marvelous,
proper man.

I'll entertain a score
or two of tailors...

to study fashions to adorn my body.

And then return lamenting to my love.

Shine out, fair sun,
till I've bought a glass

that I may see my
shadow as I pass!

Catesby.

Clarence still breathes.

Edward still lives and reigns.

When they are gone,

then shall I count my gains.

The King is sickly,
weak, and melancholy.

Well, have patience, sister.

There's no doubt His Majesty
will soon recover his accustomed health.

But his physicians
fear for him mightily.

If he were dead,
what would become of me?

The heavens have blessed you
with two goodly sons

to be your comforters
when he's gone.

Oh, but they're young,

and their minority is put
into the trust of Richard Gloucester.

A man who loves not me,
nor you, my brother.

Is it confirmed he will
be Lord Protector?

Yeah, if the King miscarry.

My love, what danger
can befall to you

so long as Edward is
your constant friend

and a sovereign whom
Richard must obey?

Yes, and shall obey
and love you, too.

Ratcliffe?

What's his name?

His name is Tyrell, sir.

I partly know the man.

Is your name Tyrell?

James Tyrell,

and your most obedient servant.

Are you indeed?

Prove me, my gracious lord.

Oh, I have passed
a miserable night.

I thought that I had
broken from the Tower

and was embarked to
cross to Burgundy.

And in my company,
my brother Richard,

who from my cabin tempted
me to walk upon the hatches.

As we paced along,

I thought that Richard stumbled
and, in falling,

struck me overboard...

into the tumbling
billows of the main.

Oh Lord,
I thought what pain it was to drown.

What dreadful noise
of water in my ears.

What sights of ugly
death within my eyes.

I thought I saw a
thousand fearful wrecks,

a thousand men that
fishes gnawed upon,

wedges of gold, great anchors,
heaps of pearl,

inestimable stones,
unvalued jewels,

all scattered in the
bottom of the sea.

Some lay in dead men's skulls,

and in the holes
where eyes did once inhabit,

there were crept,
as it were in scorn of eyes,

reflecting gems

that wooed the slimy
bottom of the deep

and mocked the dead bones
that lay scattered by.

My dream was
lengthened after life.

Oh, then began the
tempest to my soul.

With that, I thought
a legion of foul fiends

environed me and howled in
my ears such hideous cries

that, with the very noise,
I trembling waked,

and for a season after,
could not believe

but that I was in hell.

Such terrible impression
made my dream.

Oi! Oi!
Off!

Now then, my hardy,
stout-resolved mates...

Ah.

Are you now going
to dispatch this thing?

We are, my lord, but need a warrant
to be admitted to where he is.

Well thought upon.

I have it here about me.

Be sudden in the execution,
for Clarence is well-spoken

and perhaps may move
your hearts to pity.

We go to use our hands
and not our tongues.

I like you lads.
About your business straight.

Your eyes drop millstones,
when fools' eyes fall tears.

Clarence has not
another day to live,

which done,
God taking Edward to his mercy

and leave the world
for me to bustle in.

God make Your Majesty joyful
as you have been.

- Prime Minister.
- Good time of day unto Your Majesty.

- Lord Stanley.
- Your Majesty.

Saw you the King today?

But now the Duke of Buckingham and I
are come from visiting His Majesty.

Did you confer with him?

Ma'am, we did.

He desires to make reconciliation

between Richard of Gloucester
and your brother here.

Ah, would all were well.
But that will never be.

I fear our happiness
is at the height.

Who is it that complains
unto the King,

that I, in truth,
am stern and love them not?

Because I cannot
flatter and look fair,

smile in men's faces,
smooth, deceive, and cog,

I must be held a rancorous enemy.

Cannot a plain man live
and think no harm?

To whom in all this presence speaks,
Your Grace?

To you, who have neither
honesty nor grace.

When have I injured you?
When done you wrong?

Come, come, my brother Gloucester.
We know your meaning.

The world is grown so bad
that wrens make prey

where eagles dare not perch.

You envy my advancement
and my family,

God grant we never
may have need of you.

Meantime, God grants
that I have need of you.

My brother is imprisoned
by your means.

Richard!
You do me shameful injury!

What would you, fellow,
at the Tower?

How came you hither?

I would speak with Clarence,
and I came hither on my legs.

I never did incense His Majesty
against your brother Clarence,

but have been an earnest advocate
to plead for him.

You may deny that you...

She may, my lord.

She may, Lord Rivers,
but who knows not so?

She may do more, sir,
than denying that.

She may help you to many
great promotions what may she not.

My Lord of Gloucester,
I have too long

borne your blunt upbraidings
and bitter scoffs!

I had rather be a
country serving maid

than a great queen in this condition
to be so baited, scorned, and stormed at.

By heaven,
I will acquaint His Majesty.

Tell him and spare not.

Look, what I have said, I will avouch it
in the presence of the King.

Before you were Queen,

yes, or your husband King,

I was a packhorse
in his great affairs.

In all that time,
you and your brother here

were sympathetic to the enemy.

Let me put in your mind,
if you forget,

what you have been before
and what you are.

Indeed what I have
been and what I am.

A bottled spider.

My dear brother-in-law,

in those busy days when now
you try to prove us enemies,

we followed then Edward,
our lawful king.

So should she you if
you should be her king.

If I should be?

I'd rather be a peddler.

I'm too childish,
foolish for this world.

You poisonous,
bunch-backed toad!

Have done.
Have done.

Small joy have I
in being this country's queen.

Buckingham,
take heed of yonder dog.

Look, when he fawns, he bites.

Your Majesty,
His Majesty has called for you.

What did she say,
my Lord of Buckingham?

Nothing that I respect,
my gracious lord.

I cannot blame her,

by God's Holy Mother.

A virtuous and a
Christian-like conclusion

to pray for those
who have done wrong to you.

What?
Are you afraid?

Not to kill him...
Having a warrant for it,

but to be damned for killing him,

from which no warrant
can defend me.

I thought you'd been resolute.

So I am.
Let him live.

I'll back to Richard of Gloucester
and tell him so.

No.
Wait a little.

Some certain dregs of conscience
are yet within me.

Remember our reward
when the deed's done.

He dies.

I forgot the reward.

And where's
your conscience now?

In the Duke of Gloucester's purse.

In God's name.

- What are you?
- A man as you are.

But not as I am, royal.

Nor you, as we are, loyal.

Who has sent you to me

- and why have you come?
- To... To...

Murder me.

Aye.

But how, my friends,
have I offended you?

Offended us you have not,
but King Edward.

I will send you to
my brother Richard

who shall reward
you better for my life

than will the King for
tidings of my death.

You are deceived.

Your brother
Richard hates you.

Oh, you are wrong.
He loves me, and he holds me dear.

Go you to him.
Tell him, and he will weep.

Aye, millstones!
As he lessoned us to weep.

Oh, do not slander him,
for he is kind.

Right, as snow in harvest!

Richard!
No!

Mmm-hmm.

Right, so now we have done
a good day's work.

Now, friends,
continue this united league.

Rivers and Hastings,
take each other's hands.

Hastings, my soul is purged
from grudging hate.

Your Majesty,
I truly swear the like.

Elizabeth, you are
not exempt in this.

Wife, greet Lord Hastings.

Let him kiss your hand.

There, Hastings.

Now, princely Buckingham.

Make me happy in this unity.

Whenever Buckingham
does turn his hate upon Your Majesty,

God punish me with hate
from those where I expect most love.

When I most need
to employ a friend

and most assured
that he is a friend...

Richard!

Deep, hollow, treacherous,
and full of guile.

Good morrow to
my sovereign King.

- Now, Richard...
- And Queen.

I have done a
good day's work.

Made peace of enmity,
fair love of hate.

It's death to me
to be at enmity.

I hate it and desire
all good men's love.

First, ma'am,
I do entreat true peace of you,

which I shall purchase
with my duteous service.

Of you, my noble,
dear Lord Buckingham...

If ever any grudge
were lodged between us.

Of you, Lord Hastings.

Of you, dear Rivers,

who, all without desert,
has frowned on me.

Indeed, of all.

I do not know that
Englishman alive

with whom my soul is
any jot at odds

more than the infant
that is born tonight.

I thank my God
for my humility.

I wish to God all
strifes were settled so.

My sovereign lord,

I do beseech Your Majesty to take
your brother Clarence to your grace.

Why, ma'am,
have I offered love for this?

Who knows not
that the gentle Duke is dead?

Who knows not he is dead?

Who knows he is?

Is Clarence dead?

The order was reversed!

But he, poor man,
by your first order died,

and that a winged
mercury did bear.

Some tardy cripple
bore the countermand.

Oh, God,

I fear thy justice
will take hold of me

and mine, and mine,
and yours for this.

Rivers, help me to my bed.

Oh, poor Clarence!

This is the fruits of rashness.

Marked you not, Hastings,

how that the guilty brother
of the Queen looked pale

when he did hear
of Clarence's death?

God will revenge it.

Oh, Clarence.

Clarence, my unhappy son.

This news is bad indeed.

What, is he in his bed?

He is. Oh, he has overused
his royal person much.

What means this scene
of rude impatience?

Edward, my lord, your son,

our king is dead.

Why grow the branches
now the root is withered?

Why wither not the leaves,
the sap being gone?

Alas! I am the mother
of these griefs.

On me pour all your tears.

I am your sorrow's nurse.

Elizabeth, have comfort.

We all of us have cause to wail
the dimming of our shining star.

Though we have spent
our harvest of this king,

we are to reap the
harvest of his son.

Sister, think you like
a careful mother

of the Prince of Wales, your son.

Send straight for him.
Let him be crowned.

In him, your comfort lies.

Meseemeth good that,
with some little train,

the Prince be brought to
London to be crowned.

Why "with some little train,"
My Lord of Buckingham?

Lest by a multitude, dear sir,

the new-healed wound
of civil war break out.

I hope the King made
peace with all of us.

And the compact is
firm and true in me.

And so in me.
And so, I think, in all.

Therefore, I say,
with noble Buckingham,

it's fitting that so few
should meet the Prince.

Hmm.

- Prime Minister?
- And so say I.

Then be it so.

Two mirrors of my
husband's likeness

are cracked in pieces
by malignant death.

And I, for comfort,
have but one false glass

that grieves me
when I see my shame in him.

Ma'am.

Mother, I do humbly
crave your blessing.

God comfort you and put
meekness in your breast,

love, charity,
obedience and true duty!

Amen.

And make me
die a good old man.

That's the butt-end of
a mother's blessing.

I marvel that
Her Grace did leave it out.

My Lord Protector.

My Lord Protector,
whoever journeys to the Prince,

for God's sake,
let not us two stay at home.

And let us part Earl Rivers
from the Prince.

My other self.

I long with all my heart
to see the Prince of Wales.

I hope he is much grown
since last I saw him.

They say my uncle
Richard grew so fast

that he could gnaw a
crust at two-hours old.

Oh, go to, you parlous boy,

you are too shrewd.

Elizabeth, be not
angry with your son.

Pitchers have ears.

Lord Stanley.

Richmond.

What news?

Such news that
grieves me to report.

What is your news?

Your brother Rivers is murdered.

By whom?

Richmond?

Richard and Buckingham.

I see the ruin of my family.

Welcome, dear nephew.

Welcome to your capital.

I wanted more uncles
here to welcome me.

Those uncles who you want
were dangerous.

Your Highness attended
to their sugared words

and looked not on the
poison of their hearts.

God keep you from them
and from such false friends.

God keep me from false friends?
But they were none.

The Prime Minister Lord Hastings
comes to greet you.

- Hastings.
- Uncle Richard!

Catesby, is it not an easy matter
to make Lord Hastings of our mind

for the installment
of this noble Duke

in the seat royal of
our famous land?

He, for the late King's sake,
so loves the Prince

that he will not do
anything against him.

What think you, then,
of Lord Stanley

and the Archbishop?

They will do, all in all,
as Hastings does.

Call them tomorrow early,
to determine of the coronation.

And as it were far off,
sound out Lord Hastings

and give us notice
of his inclination.

Commend me to Hastings.

Tell him, Catesby,
that Rivers is let blood.

- Uncle!
- Oh! Oof!

What would you have,
my little lord?

Because I am little like an ape,

I think that you should
bear me on your shoulders.

- Uncle Richard?
- Hmm?

Stanley.

Where shall we stay
until our coronation?

If I may counsel you,
some day or two

for your best health
and recreation,

Your Highness shall repose you
at the Tower.

I shall not sleep in
quiet at the Tower.

Why?
What should you fear?

My uncle Clarence's angry ghost.

Oh.

My grandma told me
he was murdered there.

I fear no uncles dead.

Nor none who live, I hope.

So wise, so young, they say,
do never live long.

Well, let them rest.

My Lord Protector,
what shall we do

if we perceive Hastings
will not yield to our plans?

Chop off his head.

Something we shall determine.

And, look, when I am king...

Claim you of me the
Earldom of Hereford

and all the movables whereof
the King, my brother, was possessed.

I'll claim that promise
of your royal hand.

And look to have it yielded
with all kindness.

Come, let's to supper.

And then?

My uncle dreamt tonight

that the boar had
shown his tusks.

Therefore he sends to know
if you will shun the danger

that his soul does fear.

Return to Lord Stanley.

Tell him his fears are shallow,
wanting substance.

As for his dreams,
I wonder he's so foolish.

Morning, Catesby.

Tell your uncle I shall
see him at the meeting

where he shall see "the boar"
will use us kindly.

Catesby, what news in this,
our tottering state?

It is a reeling world indeed, sir.

And, I believe, will never stand upright
till Richard wear the garland of the state.

How wear the garland?

- Do you mean the crown?
- Yes, my lord.

I'll have this crown of mine
cut from my shoulders

before I see the crown
so foul misplaced.

- Hastings. - Where's your
boar-spear, Lord Stanley?

- Hastings...
- Catesby,

before a fortnight
makes me older,

I'll send some packing
that yet think not on it.

It is a vile thing to die

when men are unprepared
and look not for it.

- Archbishop, you're early stirring.
- I'm glad to see you, Prime Minister.

What, talking with
a priest, Hastings?

Your friend Rivers,
he needed a priest.

- What is it o'clock?
- On the stroke of two.

Now, gentlemen, the cause why we are
met is to determine of the coronation.

Oh, speak.
When is the royal day?

Are all things ready?

They are.

Who knows the Lord Protector's
mind in this?

Your Lordship, we think,
should soonest know his mind.

We know each other's faces.

For our hearts, he knows
no more of mine than I of yours.

Or I of his, my lord,
than you of mine.

Hastings,
you and he are near in love.

I have not sounded him,

but you, my noble lords,
may name the time,

and on the Duke's behalf,
I'll give my voice.

Good day to you all.
Oh, I've been long a sleeper.

Had you not come upon
your cue, my lord,

William Lord Hastings
had pronounced your part.

Then, my Lord Hastings,
no man might be bolder.

He knows me well
and loves me well.

I pray you all...

Tell me what they deserve
who do conspire my death.

And have prevailed upon my body
with their damned witchcraft.

I'll say, my lord, they
have deserved death.

Let be your eyes the
witness of their evil.

See how I am bewitched.

Behold.

My arm is like
a blasted sapling,

withered up

by Queen Elizabeth,
that monstrous witch.

If she has done this deed,
my noble lord...

If?

You, protector of
this damned Elizabeth.

Talk you to me of "ifs"?

You are a traitor.

Off with his head!

Now, by Saint Paul I swear
I will not dine until I see the same!

The rest that love me,
rise and follow me!

The Duke would be at dinner

and longs to see your head.

So dear, I loved the man

that I must weep.

Would you imagine that
the subtle traitor had plotted

in the Parliament to murder me?

And the Lord Protector?

Had he done so?

Lord Mayor, the civil peace
enforced us to this execution.

Now he deserved his death.

And do not doubt but that I shall acquaint
my duteous city colleagues

with all your just
proceedings in this cause.

Buckingham,
go after to the council house.

Infer the bastardy
of Edward's children.

Moreover,
urge Edward's hateful lechery

which stretched unto
their servants, daughters, wives.

Doubt not, my lord, I'll play the orator
as if the golden fee for which I plead

were for myself.

Catesby.

Give order that no manner
of person have any time recourse

unto the princes.

When scarce the blood
was well-washed from his hands

which issued from my other,
angel husband.

Oh, when I say I looked on Richard's face,
this was my wish.

"Be you," I said, "accursed.

"And when you wed,
let sorrow haunt your bed. "

Within so small a time,

my woman's heart

grossly grew captive
to his honey words,

and proved subject to
my own soul's curse.

Buckingham,
what say the citizens?

Did you infer the bastardy
of Edward's children?

I did.

The insatiate greediness of his desire,
his tyranny for trifles, his own bastardy.

Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace,
your bounty, virtue,

fair humility.

And when my oratory
drew to an end,

I bade those who did love
their country's good

cry, "God save King Richard,
England's royal king!"

- And did they so?
- No.

- So God help me, they
spoke not a word. - Bah!

What tongue-less blocks are they!
Would they not speak?

The Lord Mayor
and his colleagues have arrived.

Pretend some fear.

Be not easily won
by our requests.

And look, you,
put a prayer book in your hand.

Play the maid's part.
Still answer no and take it.

- Ratcliffe. - No doubt we'll
bring it to a happy issue.

You shall see what I can do.

Catesby.

He does entreat you, my Lord Buckingham,
to visit him tomorrow or next day.

He is within,
with two right reverend priests.

Tell him myself, the Mayor,

and these gentlemen have come
to have some conference with him.

I'll tell him what you say,
my lord.

Ah, Lord Mayor.

Richard is not King Edward.

He is not lulling on a lewd love-bed,
but meditating with two deep divines,

praying to enrich
his watchful soul.

Happy were England
would this virtuous man

take on his Grace the
sovereignty thereof.

- God defend Richard should
say no to us. - I fear he will.

- Catesby.
- He wonders to what end

you have assembled such troops
of citizens to speak with him.

My lord, he fears you
mean no good to him.

By heaven, we come
to him in perfect love.

My Lord Protector?

Pray pardon us the interruption
of your devotions.

My lord, there needs
no such apology.

- I do suspect I have done
some offense. - You have.

Will it please you
to amend your fault?

Else wherefore breathe
I in a Christian land?

Know then, it is your fault
that you refuse the supreme seat,

the throne majestical.

We heartily solicit you take on the
kingly government of this your land,

not as Lord Protector,
but from blood to blood,

your right of birth,
your empery, your own.

Your love deserves my thanks.

But my desert unmeritable,
shuns your high request.

First if all obstacles were...
cut away,

yet, so much is my poverty of spirit,
so mighty and so many my defects,

that I should rather
hide me from my greatness.

But God be thanked,
there is no need of me.

The royal tree has
left us royal fruit.

You say the Prince of Wales
is your brother's son?

So say we, but born
before his wedding day.

Then, good my lord,
take to your royal self

this proffered benefit of dignity.

- Good my Lord Protector...
- We entreat you.

Refuse not, Gloucester,
this proffered love!

Truly, the hearts of
men are full of fear.

I am unfit for state and majesty.

Then we will plant
some other on the throne.

I do beseech you take it not amiss.
I cannot, nor I will not, yield to you.

Your brother's son will
never reign our king.

Gentlemen, come! I will entreat no more.
God's wounds!

Oh, do not swear,
my Lord of Buckingham!

Call him again, my lord.
Accept the crown.

Will you enforce me
to a world of cares?

Call him again.

My lord.
My Lord Buckingham!

I'm not made of stone.

Gentlemen, since you will
buckle fortune on my back,

I must have patience...

To endure the load.

But God doth know,
and you may partly see,

how far I am

from the desire of this.

If you will outstrip death,

go across the seas and live,
dear Richmond, from the reach of hell.

Go, my dear nephew,
from this slaughterhouse.

Long live King Richard!

Richard! Richard!
Richard!

Brackenbury, how are my sons,
the princes?

Right well, Your Majesty.

By your patience,
I may not permit you to visit them.

- The King has strictly charged
the contrary. - The King!

- I mean, the Lord Protector. - The
Lord protect him from that kingly title.

I am their mother.
Who should keep me from them?

I am bound by oath.

And therefore, pardon me.

Go you to Richard,
and good angels guard you.

Stay yet.
Look back with me unto the Tower.

Pity, you ancient stones,
those tender princes

whom envy has immured
within your walls.

Rough cradle for such
little pretty ones.

Rude, ragged nurse,
use my babies well.

Now, Buckingham!
Thus high, by your advice

and your assistance,
is King Richard seated.

But shall we wear
these glories for a day,

or shall they last
and we rejoice in them?

Still live they,
and forever let them last.

The princes live.

- Think now what I would speak.
- Say on, Your Majesty.

- Why, Buckingham, I say I would be king.
- Why so you are!

The princes live.

Buckingham,
you never used to be so dull.

Shall I be plain?

I wish the bastards dead,
and I would have it suddenly performed.

What say you now?

Speak suddenly, be brief.

Your Majesty may
do your pleasure.

Tut, tut, you are all ice.

Your kindness freezes.

Say, have I your consent
that they shall die?

Give me some little breath,
some pause, Your Majesty,

before I positively speak in this.

High reaching,
Buckingham grows circumspect.

Has he held out so long with me untired
and stops he now for breath?

Well...

Be it so.

Lord Stanley!

Your Majesty.

What's the news?

The Archbishop, as I hear,

has joined with Richmond in France,
Your Majesty.

Richmond aims to
marry young Elizabeth,

my brother Edward's daughter,

and by that knot,
he hopes to gain my crown.

Richmond is your nephew.

Well...
Look to it.

- Your Majesty.
- Catesby!

Rumor it abroad that Anne,
my wife, is very grievous sick.

Look how you dream! I say again,
give out that Anne, my queen, is sick

and like to die.

Tyrell.

I must be married now
to young Elizabeth,

or else my kingdom
stands on brittle glass.

Murder her brothers
and then marry her.

Tyrell.

Dare you resolve to
kill a friend of mine?

Sir, please you,
I'd rather kill two enemies.

There you have it.
Two deep enemies.

Tyrell...

I mean those
bastards in the Tower.

Say it is done,
and I will love you for it.

It... is... done.

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty,
I claim the earldom of Hereford,

which you promised
I should possess.

Well, let that rest.

- The Archbishop has fled to Richmond.
- I hear the news.

What says Your Majesty
to my just request?

As I remember, it was prophesied
that Richmond should be king.

A king. Perhaps.
Perhaps.

- Your promise for the earldom.
- Riche monde.

- Your Majesty, I...
- Yes. What's o'clock?

I am thus bold to put Your Majesty
in mind of what you promised me.

Well, but what's o'clock?

- Upon the stroke of ten.
- Then let it strike.

Why let it strike?

Because that, like a jack,
you keep the stroke

between your begging
and my meditation.

I am not in the
giving vein today.

Why then, resolve me
whether you will or no.

You trouble me!
I am not in the vein!

Never yet one hour in his bed
have I enjoyed the golden dew of sleep,

but have been woken
by his timorous dreams.

Besides, he hates me

and will, no doubt,
shortly be rid of me.

Let me think of
Hastings and be gone.

Kind Tyrell.

Am I happy in your news?

It is done, Your Majesty.

But did you see them dead...
And buried?

I did, Your Majesty.

Gentle Tyrell, come to me,
Tyrell, soon,

at after supper...

When you shall tell the
story of their death.

Meanwhile, but think
how I may do you good

and be inheritor of your desire.

The sons of Edward sleep
in Abraham's bosom.

And Anne...

My wife shall bid this
world good night.

Uncertain way of gain,
but I am in so far in blood

that sin will pluck on sin.

Tear-falling pity
dwells not in this eye.

- Your Majesty!
- Ratcliffe.

Upon the southern coast,
there rides a powerful navy.

It's thought that
Richmond is its admiral.

Buckingham has fled
to welcome him ashore.

We must be brief when
traitors brave the field.

Are you my son?

Yes, I thank God, my father,
and yourself.

You toad!

Where are the princes?

And your wife?

Mother, I have a touch
of your condition

that cannot brook
the accent of reproof.

- Oh, let me speak!
- Be brief, dear Mother, for I am in haste.

- A grievous burden was your birth to me.
- And came I not, at last, to comfort you?

You came on earth
to make the earth my hell.

Tetchy and wayward
was your infancy,

your schooldays frightful,
desperate, wild and furious.

Your prime of manhood daring,
bold and adventurous.

Your age confirmed, proud,
subtle, sly and bloody.

What comfortable hour can you name
that ever graced me with your company?

If I be so disgracious...

Oh, hear me a little,
for I shall never speak to you again.

So?

To war take with you
my most grievous curse.

My prayers shall on
Richmond's party fight.

Bloody you are,
bloody will be your end.

Shame serves your life
and will your death attend.

I leave for France.

Be not tongue-tied.

You are a dream of what you were,
a breath, a queen in jest.

Where is your husband now?
Where is your brother?

Where are your two sons?
Wherein joy?

Who sues and kneels and says,
"God save the Queen"?

Where are the bended peers
that flatter you?

Where be the thronging troops
that followed you?

Teach me how to
curse my enemy!

Forbear to sleep the nights
and fast the days.

Think that your babes
were sweeter than they were,

and he that slew them,
fouler than he is!

Tell me, you villain slave,

where are my children?

Where is my brother Rivers
and your brother Clarence?

Where is Lord Hastings?

Elizabeth!

I must talk a word with you.

I've no more sons of the royal
blood for you to slaughter.

You have a daughter...

Called Elizabeth.

Must she die for this?

Oh, let her live.

- Her life is safest only in her birth.
- And only in that safety died her brothers.

You speak as if that I
had slain the princes.

No doubt the murderous knife
was dull and blunt

till it was sharpened
on your stone-hard heart

to revel in the entrails
of my lambs.

Ma'am, I intend more
good to you and yours

than ever you or yours
by me were harmed.

Tell me what state,
what dignity,

what honor can you bestow
on any child of mine?

Even all I have...

Yes, and myself and all
will I withal endow a child of yours.

Be brief, lest that the process
of your kindness

last longer telling than
your kindness date.

Know then, that with my soul
I love your daughter

and do intend to make her
Queen of England.

You!
What!

You?

- What think you of it?
- How can you woo her?

Now that would I learn of you.

- And will you learn of me?
- Madam, with all my heart.

Send to her, by the man
who slew her brothers,

a pair of bleeding hearts,
then will she weep.

If this inducement move her not,
send her a letter of your noble deeds.

Tell her you made away her
uncle Clarence, her uncle Rivers.

Yes, and for her sake,

made quick conveyance
with her good aunt Anne.

You mock me, madam. This is not
the way to win your daughter.

There is no other way, unless you
could put on some other shape

and not be Richard
who's done all this.

Say, that I did all
this for love of her.

Well, then, she cannot
choose but hate you.

What is done cannot
be now amended.

Men shall deal unadvisedly
sometimes.

If I did take the
kingdom from your sons,

to make amends,
I'll give it to your daughter.

Again you shall be
mother of a king.

What! We have many
goodly days to see.

The liquid drops of tears
that you have shed

shall come again,
transformed to orient pearl.

Go then, my mother.
To your daughter, go.

Make bold her bashful years
with your experience.

Acquaint the Princess with the sweet,
silent hours of marriage joys.

And when these troops of mine
have chastised the petty rebel

Richmond and
dull-brained Buckingham,

bound with triumphant
garlands will I come

and lead your daughter
to a conqueror's bed.

What were I best to say?

Say, she shall be a high
and mighty queen.

To wail the title
as her mother does?

Say, I will love her everlastingly.

But how long fairly shall
her sweet life last?

As long as heaven
and nature lengthens it.

As long as hell
and Richard like of it!

Your reasons are too
shallow and too quick.

Oh, no! My reasons
are too deep and dead.

Too deep and dead,
my infants, in their graves.

Harp not on that string, madam.
That is past.

Harp on it still shall I
till heart strings break!

I know that Richmond aims
to wed Elizabeth.

In her consists my happiness,
and yours.

Without her,
follows to myself and you,

herself, the land,
and many a Christian soul,

death, desolation,
ruin and decay.

It cannot be avoided but by this.

Be the attorney
of my love to her.

Plead what I will be...

Not what I've been.

Shall I be tempted
by the devil thus?

Yes, if the devil tempt
you to do good.

But you did kill my children.

But in your daughter's womb, I bury them,
where, in that nest of spicery,

they will breed.

Shall I go win my
daughter to your will?

And be a happy
mother by the deed.

Write to me very shortly,

and you shall understand
from me her mind.

Bear her my true love's kiss.

Farewell.

Relenting fool...

That shallow,
changing woman.

Lord Stanley!

What's the news with you?

None good, Your Majesty,
nor none so bad.

Hoyday, a riddle.
Neither good nor bad.

- Once more, what news?
- Richmond is on the sea.

Then be the seas on him.
What does he there?

- Your Majesty, I know not but by guess.
- Well, as you guess?

Stirred up by Buckingham,
he makes for England,

- here to claim the crown.
- Is the throne empty?

Is the King dead?

You will revolt and
fly to him, I fear.

I never was,
nor never will be false.

Go, then, and muster men.

But leave behind with us
your son young George.

Stanley,
look your heart be firm,

or else his head's
assurance is but frail.

You Majesty.

- The Duke of Buckingham...
- Till you bring better news!

The Duke of Buckingham
is taken prisoner.

I cry you mercy.

Richmond is landed
with a mighty power from France.

Let's go to meet him.

While we reason here,
a royal battle might be won and lost.

Tyrell! Give order
Buckingham be brought!

Welcome.

Brackenbury.
Richmond!

Fortune and victory
be with you, nephew.

The Queen has heartily consented
that I marry Princess Elizabeth.

England rejoice!

- Good, Lord Stanley. Brackenbury.
- Archbishop.

Prepare your advance early in the morning.
On your side, I may not be too forward.

Your cousin George
is held in custody.

Wretched, bloody,
and usurping swine.

I do not doubt but his
friends will turn to you.

He has no friends.

Will not King Richard
let me speak with him?

- No, my good lord.
- Made I him king for this?

Tyrell, why look you so sad?

My heart is ten times lighter
than my looks, my lord.

- What is it o'clock?
- It's supper time, Your Majesty.

I'll not sup tonight.
Let's consult upon tomorrow's business.

- What is the number of the traitors?
- Six or seven thousand, Your Majesty.

Our battalion trebles
that account.

Besides, the King's name...

Is a tower of strength.

Catesby!

- Your Majesty.
- Send for Lord Stanley.

Bid him bring his force before
sun-rising, lest his son George

fall into the blind
cave of eternal night.

Leave me.

I will.

Stir with the lark tomorrow,

- gentle Tyrell.
- Your Majesty.

Leave me, I say.

Oh Lord, let Richmond
and Elizabeth

by your fair ordinance
be joined together.

And let their heirs, God,
if thy will be so...

Enrich the time to come
with smooth-faced peace.

Oh thou, whose captain
I account myself,

look on my forces
with a gracious eye,

put in their hands
thy bruising arms of wrath

that we may praise
thee in thy victory.

Sleeping and waking.

Defend me still.

Are you my son?
You toad!

Richard!

- You do me shameful...
- Bloody will be your end!

You do infect my eyes!

My Lord of Gloucester,

I have too long borne
your blunt upbraidings!

Because that I am
little like an ape,

I think that you should bear me
on your shoulders.

Where are my children?

I did but dream.

Oh, coward conscience.

What do I fear?
There's none else by.

Richard loves Richard.

That is, I am I.

Is there a murderer here?

No.
Yes...

I am.

I love myself.
But why?

For any good that I myself
have done unto myself?

Oh, no.
Alack, I rather hate myself...

For hateful deeds
committed by myself.

I'm a villain.

But I lie.
I am not.

Fool, of thyself speak well.

Fool, do not flatter.

My conscience has
a thousand, several tongues

thronged to the bar, crying all,
"Guilty! Guilty!"

I shall despair.

There is no creature loves me,

and if I die,
no soul will pity me.

- Your Majesty.
- Ratcliffe.

- Will all our friends prove true?
- No doubt, Your Majesty.

Ratcliffe, I fear... I fear...

Oh, no, Your Majesty.

Be not afraid of shadows.

How have you slept, my lord?

The sweetest sleep,
the fairest-boding dreams

that ever entered
in a drowsy head.

Conscience is but a
word that cowards use.

Remember whom
you are to cope with.

All a sort of vagabonds,
rascals and runaways.

And who does lead them
but a paltry fellow, a milksop.

If we be conquered,
let men conquer us.

Let's whip these stragglers
over the seas again.

Shall these enjoy our lands?
Lie with our wives?

Ravish our daughters?

What says Lord Stanley?
Will he bring his force?

My lord, he has
refused to come to you.

Then off with his
son George's head.

Stanley...

Your Majesty!
Your Majesty!

Richard!
Richard!

A horse!
A horse!

My kingdom for a horse!

James Tyrell, rescue...

Escape, Your Majesty! Escape!
I'll help you to a horse!

Escape?
Slave!

Stop!
Stop!

Richard!

Richard!

No!
No!

Let's do it pell-mell.

If not to heaven,

then hand in hand to hell.

# I'm sitting on top
of the world

# I'm rolling along

# Yes, rolling along

# And I'm quitting the
blues of the world

# I'm singing a song

# Yes, singing a song

# Glory hallelujah

# I just told the parson

# Hey, Par,
get ready to call

# Just like Humpty Dumpty

# I'm going to fall

# And I'm sitting
on top of the world

# I'm rolling along

# Rolling along

# Don't want any millions

# I'm getting my share

# I've only got one suit,
just one

# That's all I can wear

# A bundle of money

# Don't make me feel gay

# A sweet little honey

# Is making me sad

# And I'm sitting

# Sitting on top,
top of the world

# I'm rolling along

# Rolling along

# And I'm quitting

# Quitting the blues,
blues of the world

# I'm singing a song

# Just singing a song

# Glory hallelujah

# I just told the parson

# Hey, Par,
get ready to call

# Just like Humpty Dumpty

# I'm going to fall, yeah

# I'm sitting on top
of the world

# I'm rolling along

# Yes, rolling along

# And I'm quitting

# The blues of the world

# I'm singing a song

# Yes, singing a song

# Glory hallelujah

# I just told the parson

# Hey, Par,
get ready to call

# Just like Humpty Dumpty

# I'm going to fall

# And I'm sitting on
top of the world

# I'm rolling along

# Rolling along

# Don't want any millions

# I'm getting my share

# I've only got one suit,
just one

# That's all I can wear

# A bundle of money

# Don't make me feel gay

# My sweet little honey

# Is making me sad

# And I'm sitting

# Sitting on top,
top of the world

# I'm rolling along

# Rolling along

# And I'm quitting

# Quitting the blues,
blues of the world

# I'm singing a song

# Just singing a song

# Glory hallelujah

# I just told the parson

# Hey, Par,
get ready to call

# Just like Humpty Dumpty

# I'm going to fall

# Yeah,
I'm sitting

# On top,
top of the world

# I'm rolling along,
rolling along

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