Richard III by William Shakespeare

Act 1 - Scene 3

The palace.

Lord Grey : In that you brook it in, it makes him worse: [p]Therefore, for God's
sake, entertain good comfort, [p]And cheer his grace with quick and
merry words.

Lord Grey : The heavens have bless'd you with a goodly son, [p]To be your
comforter when he is gone.

Lord Grey : Here come the lords of Buckingham and Derby.

Marquis of Dorset : No man but prophesied revenge for it.

Marquis of Dorset : Dispute not with her; she is lunatic.

Marquis of Dorset : It toucheth you, my lord, as much as me.

Sir William Catesby : Madam, his majesty doth call for you, [p]And for your grace; and you,
my noble lords.

First Murderer : We are, my lord; and come to have the warrant [p]That we may be
admitted where he is.

First Murderer : Tush! [p]Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate; [p]Talkers are
no good doers: be assured [p]We come to use our hands and not our
tongues.

First Murderer : We will, my noble lord.

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