Richard III William Shakespeare (good english books to read .txt) đ
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But mine shall be a comfort to your age.
The loss you have is but a son being king,
And by that loss your daughter is made queen.
I cannot make you what amends I would,
Therefore accept such kindness as I can.
Dorset your son, that with a fearful soul
Leads discontented steps in foreign soil,
This fair alliance quickly shall call home
To high promotions and great dignity:
The king, that calls your beauteous daughter wife,
Familiarly shall call thy Dorset brother;
Again shall you be mother to a king,
And all the ruins of distressful times
Repairâd with double riches of content.
What! we have many goodly days to see:
The liquid drops of tears that you have shed
Shall come again, transformâd to orient pearl,
Advantaging their loan with interest
Of ten times double gain of happiness.
Go, then my mother, to thy daughter go;
Make bold her bashful years with your experience;
Prepare her ears to hear a wooerâs tale;
Put in her tender heart the aspiring flame
Of golden sovereignty; acquaint the princess
With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys:
And when this arm of mine hath chastised
The petty rebel, dull-brainâd Buckingham,
Bound with triumphant garlands will I come
And lead thy daughter to a conquerorâs bed;
To whom I will retail my conquest won,
And she shall be sole victress, Caesarâs Caesar. Queen Elizabeth
What were I best to say? her fatherâs brother
Would be her lord? or shall I say, her uncle?
Or, he that slew her brothers and her uncles?
Under what title shall I woo for thee,
That God, the law, my honour and her love,
Can make seem pleasing to her tender years?
O no, my reasons are too deep and dead;
Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their grave.
By nothing; for this is no oath:
The George, profaned, hath lost his holy honour;
The garter, blemishâd, pawnâd his knightly virtue;
The crown, usurpâd, disgraced his kingly glory.
If something thou wilt swear to be believed,
Swear then by something that thou hast not wrongâd.
Godâs wrong is most of all.
If thou hadst fearâd to break an oath by Him,
The unity the king thy brother made
Had not been broken, nor my brother slain:
If thou hadst fearâd to break an oath by Him,
The imperial metal, circling now thy brow,
Had graced the tender temples of my child,
And both the princes had been breathing here,
Which now, two tender playfellows to dust,
Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms.
What canst thou swear by now?
That thou hast wronged in the time oâerpast;
For I myself have many tears to wash
Hereafter time, for time past wrongâd by thee.
The children live, whose parents thou hast slaughterâd,
Ungovernâd youth, to wail it in their age;
The parents live, whose children thou hast butcherâd,
Old witherâd plants, to wail it with their age.
Swear not by time to come; for that thou hast
Misused ere used, by time misused oâerpast.
As I intend to prosper and repent,
So thrive I in my dangerous attempt
Of hostile arms! myself myself confound!
Heaven and fortune bar me happy hours!
Day, yield me not thy light; nor, night, thy rest!
Be opposite all planets of good luck
To my proceedings, if, with pure heartâs love,
Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,
I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter!
In her consists my happiness and thine;
Without her, follows to this land and me,
To thee, herself, and many a Christian soul,
Death, desolation, ruin and decay:
It cannot be avoided but by this;
It will not be avoided but by this.
Therefore, good motherâ âI must can you soâ â
Be the attorney of my love to her:
Plead what I will be, not what I have been;
Not my deserts, but what I will deserve:
Urge the necessity and state of times,
And be not peevish-fond in great designs.
But in your daughterâs womb I bury them:
Where in that nest of spicery they shall breed
Selves of themselves, to your recomforture.
I go. Write to me very shortly,
And you shall understand from me her mind.
Bear her my true loveâs kiss; and so, farewell. Exit Queen Elizabeth.
Relenting fool, and shallow, changing woman!
My gracious sovereign, on the western coast
Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore
Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends,
Unarmâd, and unresolved to beat them back:
âTis
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