Richard III

0:00:02 > 0:00:04This programme contains some violent scenes

0:00:04 > 0:00:06God save King Edward, fourth of that name!

0:00:06 > 0:00:08Once more we sit in England's royal throne,

0:00:08 > 0:00:12Re-purchased with the blood of enemies.

0:00:12 > 0:00:16- Hail the House of York. - SCREAMING

0:00:21 > 0:00:23Brother Richard, will you stand by us?

0:00:26 > 0:00:29My liege, it is the Earl of Richmond.

0:00:29 > 0:00:31He is the House of Lancaster.

0:00:32 > 0:00:33I am the Queen!

0:00:33 > 0:00:36- Where's Richard gone?- To make a bloody supper in the Tower!

0:01:32 > 0:01:38Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer

0:01:38 > 0:01:41by this sun of York;

0:01:41 > 0:01:44And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house

0:01:44 > 0:01:48In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

0:01:51 > 0:01:54Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;

0:01:56 > 0:02:01And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds

0:02:01 > 0:02:06To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,

0:02:06 > 0:02:09He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber

0:02:09 > 0:02:12To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

0:02:16 > 0:02:17LAUGHTER ECHOES

0:02:27 > 0:02:33But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,

0:02:35 > 0:02:38Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;

0:02:40 > 0:02:45I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty

0:02:46 > 0:02:53I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,

0:02:53 > 0:02:57Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,

0:02:57 > 0:03:02Deformed, unfinish'd,

0:03:02 > 0:03:06sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,

0:03:06 > 0:03:09And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me

0:03:09 > 0:03:11as I halt by them!

0:03:15 > 0:03:16HE BREATHES HEAVILY

0:03:19 > 0:03:25Why, I, in this weak and piping time of peace,

0:03:25 > 0:03:30Have no delight to pass away the time

0:03:33 > 0:03:38Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on my own deformity:

0:03:38 > 0:03:40HE SIGHS

0:03:41 > 0:03:44And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,

0:03:44 > 0:03:48To entertain these fair well-spoken days

0:03:49 > 0:03:54I am determined to prove a villain

0:03:54 > 0:03:59And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

0:04:01 > 0:04:05'Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,

0:04:08 > 0:04:10'To set the King, my brother and Clarence

0:04:10 > 0:04:13'In deadly hate the one against the other'

0:04:13 > 0:04:16And if King Edward be as true and just

0:04:16 > 0:04:20As I am subtle, false and treacherous

0:04:21 > 0:04:25Then this day should Clarence closely be mew'd up,

0:04:27 > 0:04:29About a prophecy, which says that "G"

0:04:29 > 0:04:34Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.

0:04:34 > 0:04:38Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here Clarence comes.

0:04:40 > 0:04:47Brother, what means this armed guard That waits upon your grace?

0:04:47 > 0:04:51His Majesty Tendering my person's safety,

0:04:51 > 0:04:54hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower

0:04:54 > 0:04:58- Upon what cause? - Because my name is George.

0:04:58 > 0:05:01Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours;

0:05:01 > 0:05:03He should, for this, commit your godfathers.

0:05:03 > 0:05:06He hearkens after prophecies and dreams;

0:05:06 > 0:05:11And says a wizard told him that by G

0:05:11 > 0:05:13His issue disinherited should be

0:05:13 > 0:05:15And, for my name of George begins with G,

0:05:15 > 0:05:19It follows in his thoughts that I am he.

0:05:19 > 0:05:22This it is when men are ruled by women.

0:05:22 > 0:05:24'Tis not the King that sends you to the Tower,

0:05:24 > 0:05:28Elizabeth, his wife, 'tis she That tempers him to this extremity.

0:05:31 > 0:05:33We are not safe, Clarence,

0:05:33 > 0:05:34we are not safe.

0:05:34 > 0:05:37I beseech your graces both to pardon me.

0:05:37 > 0:05:40His Majesty has straightly given in charge

0:05:40 > 0:05:42That no man shall have private conference,

0:05:42 > 0:05:45Of what degree so ever, with his brother.

0:05:45 > 0:05:47We speak no treason, man.

0:05:47 > 0:05:49We say the King is...

0:05:49 > 0:05:51wise and virtuous,

0:05:51 > 0:05:54And his noble Queen well struck in years,

0:05:54 > 0:05:56fair, and not jealous.

0:05:56 > 0:05:58How say you, sir? Can you deny all this?

0:05:58 > 0:06:01I do beseech your grace to pardon me and withal.

0:06:01 > 0:06:03Forbear your conference with the noble Duke.

0:06:03 > 0:06:05We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey.

0:06:07 > 0:06:09Brother, farewell.

0:06:10 > 0:06:12I will unto the King.

0:06:12 > 0:06:17Meantime, this deep disgrace touches me deeper than you can imagine.

0:06:17 > 0:06:20I know it pleaseth neither of us well.

0:06:20 > 0:06:24Well, your imprisonment will not be long.

0:06:25 > 0:06:26Meantime, be patient.

0:06:28 > 0:06:29I must perforce.

0:06:31 > 0:06:32Farewell.

0:06:35 > 0:06:39Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return.

0:06:39 > 0:06:43Simple, plain Clarence!

0:06:44 > 0:06:46I do love thee so,

0:06:46 > 0:06:50that shortly I will send thy soul...to Heaven.

0:06:53 > 0:06:55CONVERSATIONS STOP

0:06:57 > 0:06:59GASPING

0:07:05 > 0:07:08Good time of day to you, Lord Chamberlain. What news?

0:07:08 > 0:07:10The King is sickly, weak and melancholy,

0:07:10 > 0:07:12And his physicians fear him mightily.

0:07:12 > 0:07:15He broke the feast and has returned to bed.

0:07:15 > 0:07:17Oh, he hath kept an evil diet long

0:07:17 > 0:07:20And overmuch consumed his royal person.

0:07:20 > 0:07:22- Where is he? In his bed?- He is.

0:07:22 > 0:07:25Go you before, and I will follow you.

0:07:25 > 0:07:27He cannot live, I hope,

0:07:27 > 0:07:32and must not die till George be packed with post-horse up to Heaven.

0:07:32 > 0:07:36I'll in to urge his hatred more And if I fail not in my deep intent,

0:07:36 > 0:07:40Dear George hath not another day to live.

0:07:53 > 0:07:57How now, my hardy, stout resolved mates.

0:07:57 > 0:07:59Are you now tomorrow to dispatch this thing?

0:07:59 > 0:08:00We are, my lord.

0:08:00 > 0:08:04And we come to have the warrant that we may be admitted where he is.

0:08:04 > 0:08:06Well thought upon, I have it here about me.

0:08:06 > 0:08:09But, sirs, be sudden in the execution.

0:08:09 > 0:08:11Do not hear him plead.

0:08:11 > 0:08:13My brother is well spoken,

0:08:13 > 0:08:17And perhaps may move your hearts to pity if you mark him.

0:08:17 > 0:08:19Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to prate.

0:08:19 > 0:08:21Talkers are no good doers,

0:08:21 > 0:08:24Be assured, we go to use our hands and not our tongues.

0:08:25 > 0:08:30Your eyes drop millstones, when fools' eyes drop tears.

0:08:30 > 0:08:32I like you, lads.

0:08:32 > 0:08:34About your business straight. Go, go, dispatch.

0:08:34 > 0:08:36- BOTH:- We will, my noble lord.

0:08:40 > 0:08:43FLY BUZZES IN BACKGROUND

0:10:37 > 0:10:40Cursed be the hand that made those fatal holes!

0:10:42 > 0:10:45Cursed be the heart that had the heart to do it!

0:10:47 > 0:10:50More direful hap betide that hated wretch

0:10:51 > 0:10:53Than I can wish to adders,

0:10:53 > 0:10:56spiders, toads.

0:10:57 > 0:11:00If ever he have wife, let her be made more miserable

0:11:00 > 0:11:02By the death of him

0:11:02 > 0:11:04than I by my husband

0:11:04 > 0:11:07And father-in-law, King Henry.

0:11:21 > 0:11:27What black magician conjures up this fiend?

0:11:27 > 0:11:28Avaunt...

0:11:30 > 0:11:33..thou dreadful minister of hell!

0:11:33 > 0:11:35Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst.

0:11:35 > 0:11:38Villain, thou know'st no law of God

0:11:38 > 0:11:43Nor man, no beast so fierce But knows some touch of pity.

0:11:43 > 0:11:46But I know none, and therefore am no beast.

0:11:46 > 0:11:50O, wonderful when devils tell the truth.

0:11:50 > 0:11:54More wonderful when angels are so angry.

0:11:56 > 0:11:58Fairer than tongue can name thee,

0:11:58 > 0:12:01Let me have some patient leisure to excuse myself.

0:12:01 > 0:12:04I shall not grant excuses

0:12:04 > 0:12:09To the thing that killed my husband, my father

0:12:09 > 0:12:11and my King.

0:12:12 > 0:12:14Dead.

0:12:14 > 0:12:18Dead, they are, and, devilish slave, by thee.

0:12:18 > 0:12:20I did not kill your husband.

0:12:20 > 0:12:21Why, then, is he alive?

0:12:21 > 0:12:24Nay, he is dead, and by King Edward's hand.

0:12:25 > 0:12:27In thy foul throat thou liest.

0:12:27 > 0:12:30Queen Margaret saw thy murderous dagger

0:12:30 > 0:12:32smoking in his blood.

0:12:32 > 0:12:34Didst thou not kill the King?

0:12:36 > 0:12:38I grant ye, yea.

0:12:40 > 0:12:44Dost grant me, hedgehog?

0:12:44 > 0:12:45He was

0:12:45 > 0:12:47gentle,

0:12:47 > 0:12:49mild

0:12:49 > 0:12:52- and virtuous.- Better for the King of Heaven that hath him.

0:12:52 > 0:12:54He is in heaven, where thou shalt never come.

0:12:54 > 0:12:56He was fitter for that place than earth.

0:12:56 > 0:12:58And thou unfit for any place but hell.

0:12:58 > 0:13:01Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it.

0:13:01 > 0:13:03- Some dungeon?- Your bedchamber.

0:13:07 > 0:13:09Is not the causer of these timeless deaths

0:13:09 > 0:13:12As blameful as the executioner?

0:13:12 > 0:13:17Thou was the cause and most accursed effect.

0:13:17 > 0:13:20Your beauty was the cause of that effect.

0:13:22 > 0:13:25Your beauty, that did haunt me in my sleep

0:13:25 > 0:13:28To undertake the death of all the world,

0:13:28 > 0:13:31So I might live one hour

0:13:31 > 0:13:33in your sweet bosom.

0:13:35 > 0:13:40If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide,

0:13:40 > 0:13:43These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks.

0:13:43 > 0:13:46These eyes could not endure sweet beauty's wreck.

0:13:46 > 0:13:48You should not blemish it, if I stood by.

0:13:48 > 0:13:52It is a quarrel most unnatural to be revenged on him that loveth thee.

0:13:52 > 0:13:55It is a quarrel just and reasonable

0:13:55 > 0:13:57To be revenged on him that killed my husband.

0:13:57 > 0:14:00He that bereft thee of thy husband, lady,

0:14:00 > 0:14:02Did it to help thee to a better husband.

0:14:02 > 0:14:04Better dost not breathe upon the earth.

0:14:04 > 0:14:07- He lives that loves thee better than he could.- Where is he?

0:14:07 > 0:14:08Here.

0:14:15 > 0:14:17Why dost thou spit on me?

0:14:17 > 0:14:19Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake.

0:14:19 > 0:14:22Never came poison from so sweet a place.

0:14:22 > 0:14:24Never hung poison on a fouler toad.

0:14:24 > 0:14:26Out of my sight!

0:14:26 > 0:14:28Oh, thou dost infect my eyes.

0:14:28 > 0:14:32Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine.

0:14:32 > 0:14:35If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,

0:14:35 > 0:14:37Teach not thy mouth such scorn,

0:14:37 > 0:14:40For it was made for kissing, lady, not for such contempt.

0:14:44 > 0:14:46Lo, here,

0:14:46 > 0:14:48I lend thee this sharp-pointed blade

0:14:52 > 0:14:56Which if thou choose to hide in this true breast

0:14:56 > 0:14:59And let the soul forth that adoreth thee

0:14:59 > 0:15:04I lay it naked until the deadly stroke.

0:15:19 > 0:15:20Nay, do not pause...

0:15:22 > 0:15:24..for I did kill King Henry.

0:15:24 > 0:15:26Nay, now dispatch.

0:15:26 > 0:15:29'Twas I that stabbed your husband.

0:15:46 > 0:15:49Take up the knife again or take up me.

0:15:49 > 0:15:50Arise, dissembler.

0:15:50 > 0:15:52Though I wish thy death

0:15:54 > 0:15:56I will not be thy executioner.

0:15:58 > 0:16:00Then bid me kill myself and I will do it.

0:16:02 > 0:16:04Well, well, put up your blade.

0:16:05 > 0:16:07Then say my peace is made.

0:16:07 > 0:16:09That shall you know hereafter.

0:16:10 > 0:16:12But shall I live in hope?

0:16:12 > 0:16:15All men, I hope, live so.

0:16:18 > 0:16:20Vouchsafe to wear this ring.

0:16:23 > 0:16:25To take is not to give.

0:16:35 > 0:16:38Look how my ring encompasseth thy finger.

0:16:40 > 0:16:43Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart.

0:16:45 > 0:16:48And if thy poor devoted servant may But beg one favour

0:16:48 > 0:16:50at thy gracious hand,

0:16:50 > 0:16:53Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever.

0:16:57 > 0:17:01That it may please you, presently repair to Westminster.

0:17:01 > 0:17:04I will with all expedient duty see you there.

0:17:05 > 0:17:07I beseech you, come.

0:17:10 > 0:17:12Bid me farewell.

0:17:24 > 0:17:28Much it joys me to see you are become so penitent.

0:17:37 > 0:17:40Was ever woman in this humour wooed?

0:17:42 > 0:17:45Was ever woman in this humour won?

0:17:47 > 0:17:49I'll have her, but I'll not keep her long.

0:17:53 > 0:17:55What!

0:17:55 > 0:17:58I, that killed her husband and her father,

0:17:58 > 0:18:01To take her in her extremest hate,

0:18:01 > 0:18:04Curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,

0:18:06 > 0:18:09And yet to win her, all the world to nothing!

0:18:09 > 0:18:10Ha!

0:18:13 > 0:18:16And will she yet debase her eyes to look on me?

0:18:16 > 0:18:20On me, that halts and am misshapen thus?

0:18:22 > 0:18:24I do mistake my person all this while.

0:18:27 > 0:18:29Upon my life,

0:18:29 > 0:18:30she finds, although I cannot,

0:18:30 > 0:18:33Myself to be a marvellous proper man.

0:18:34 > 0:18:36I'll be at charges for a looking-glass,

0:18:36 > 0:18:38And entertain a score or two of tailors

0:18:38 > 0:18:41To study fashions to adorn my body.

0:18:48 > 0:18:50Since I have crept in favour with myself,

0:18:50 > 0:18:53I will maintain it at some little cost.

0:18:54 > 0:18:56Shine out, fair sun,

0:18:56 > 0:18:57till I have bought a glass,

0:18:57 > 0:19:00That I may see my shadow as I pass.

0:19:38 > 0:19:40Have patience, sister.

0:19:40 > 0:19:44There's no doubt His Majesty will soon recover his accustomed term.

0:19:44 > 0:19:46If he were dead, what would betide on me, brother?

0:19:46 > 0:19:49No other harm but loss of such a lord.

0:19:49 > 0:19:51The loss of such a lord includes all harms.

0:19:51 > 0:19:54The heavens have blessed you with a goodly son, Mother,

0:19:54 > 0:19:55To be your comforter when he has gone.

0:19:55 > 0:19:57Ah, he is young and his minority

0:19:57 > 0:19:59Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloucester,

0:19:59 > 0:20:02A man that loves not me nor none of you.

0:20:02 > 0:20:05Is it concluded that he shall be protector?

0:20:05 > 0:20:07So it must be,

0:20:07 > 0:20:08if the King miscarry.

0:20:08 > 0:20:09DOOR OPENS

0:20:09 > 0:20:12Here come the lords of Buckingham and Stanley.

0:20:12 > 0:20:15Good time of day unto your royal grace.

0:20:15 > 0:20:17What likelihood of his amendment, lords?

0:20:17 > 0:20:20Madam, good hope. His grace speaks cheerfully.

0:20:20 > 0:20:21- Did you confer with him?- Aye, madam.

0:20:21 > 0:20:24He desires to make atonement between the Duke of Gloucester

0:20:24 > 0:20:26And your brother and son,

0:20:26 > 0:20:28and between them and my Lord Hastings.

0:20:28 > 0:20:32He has sent to bring them to his royal presence.

0:20:32 > 0:20:34Would all were well.

0:20:34 > 0:20:35But that will never be.

0:20:35 > 0:20:38They do me wrong and I will not accept it.

0:20:38 > 0:20:40Who are they that do complain unto the King

0:20:40 > 0:20:45That I, forsooth, am stern and love them not?

0:20:45 > 0:20:48Oh, by holy Paul, they love his grace

0:20:48 > 0:20:53But lightly that fill his ears With such dissentious rumours.

0:20:53 > 0:20:56Because I cannot flatter or look fair,

0:20:56 > 0:20:58Smile in men's faces,

0:20:58 > 0:21:01smooth, deceive and cog,

0:21:01 > 0:21:03I must be held a rancorous enemy.

0:21:03 > 0:21:05To whom in all this presence speaks your grace?

0:21:05 > 0:21:09To thee, that hast not honesty nor grace, Lord Grey.

0:21:09 > 0:21:11When have I injured thee? When done thee wrong?

0:21:11 > 0:21:14Or thee, Lord Rivers? Or thee, Elizabeth?

0:21:14 > 0:21:16Or any of your faction?

0:21:16 > 0:21:18A plague upon you all.

0:21:18 > 0:21:22His royal grace cannot rest scarce a breathing-while

0:21:22 > 0:21:25But you must trouble him with lewd complaints.

0:21:25 > 0:21:26Come, come.

0:21:26 > 0:21:29We know your meaning, brother Gloucester.

0:21:29 > 0:21:31You envy my advancement and my friends'.

0:21:31 > 0:21:34God grant we never may have need of you.

0:21:34 > 0:21:37Meantime, God grants that we have need of you.

0:21:37 > 0:21:40Our brother George, imprisoned by your means,

0:21:40 > 0:21:44Myself disgraced, and the nobility held in contempt.

0:21:44 > 0:21:46I never did incense His Majesty against the Duke of Clarence,

0:21:46 > 0:21:49But have been an earnest advocate to plead for him.

0:21:49 > 0:21:53You do me shameful injury falsely to draw me in such vile suspects.

0:21:53 > 0:21:56By heaven, I will acquaint His Majesty of those gross taunts

0:21:56 > 0:21:58Which oft I have endured.

0:21:58 > 0:22:00Tell him, and spare not.

0:22:00 > 0:22:02Lord, I have said I will avouch it in Edward's presence.

0:22:02 > 0:22:05Ere you were Queen, aye, or your husband King,

0:22:05 > 0:22:08I was the packhorse in his great affairs.

0:22:08 > 0:22:11To royalise his blood, I spilt mine own!

0:22:11 > 0:22:15I would to God my heart were flint, like Edward's.

0:22:15 > 0:22:17I'm too childish-foolish for this world.

0:22:17 > 0:22:20Hear me, you wrangling pirates,

0:22:22 > 0:22:27That fall out in sharing that which you have pilled from me!

0:22:28 > 0:22:31Which of you trembles not

0:22:32 > 0:22:35that looks on me?

0:22:35 > 0:22:38O gentle villain,

0:22:38 > 0:22:39do not turn away.

0:22:44 > 0:22:47Foul, wrinkled witch,

0:22:48 > 0:22:50what makest thou in my sight?

0:22:50 > 0:22:53A husband and a son

0:22:53 > 0:22:55thou owest to me.

0:22:58 > 0:22:59And thou a kingdom.

0:22:59 > 0:23:03All of you allegiance.

0:23:03 > 0:23:08This sorrow I have by right is yours,

0:23:08 > 0:23:11And all the pleasures you usurp

0:23:14 > 0:23:15are mine!

0:23:18 > 0:23:22Give way, dull clouds,

0:23:22 > 0:23:24to my quick curses!

0:23:27 > 0:23:30Edward thy son, that now is Prince of Wales,

0:23:30 > 0:23:33For Edward my son, that was Prince of Wales,

0:23:33 > 0:23:36Die in his youth by untimely violence.

0:23:39 > 0:23:42Long die thy happy days before thy death.

0:23:42 > 0:23:45Cease thy curses, thou wretched, withered hag!

0:23:45 > 0:23:48And leave thee out? For thou shalt hear me.

0:23:48 > 0:23:52If heaven have any grievous plague in store,

0:23:52 > 0:23:54O, let them keep it till thy sins be ripe,

0:23:54 > 0:23:58And then hurl down their indignation on thee,

0:23:58 > 0:24:01The troubler of the poor world's peace.

0:24:01 > 0:24:03No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine

0:24:03 > 0:24:07Unless whilst some tormenting dream affrights thee

0:24:07 > 0:24:10With a hell of ugly devils!

0:24:10 > 0:24:14Thou elvish-marked, abortive, rooting hog!

0:24:14 > 0:24:17The slave of nature and the son of hell.

0:24:17 > 0:24:19Margaret!

0:24:19 > 0:24:20Margaret.

0:24:20 > 0:24:23Thus have you breathed your curse

0:24:23 > 0:24:24against yourself.

0:24:25 > 0:24:28Poor painted Queen,

0:24:28 > 0:24:32vain flourish of my fortune!

0:24:32 > 0:24:35Why strewest thou sugar on that bottled spider

0:24:35 > 0:24:37Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?

0:24:37 > 0:24:38Fool!

0:24:38 > 0:24:39Fool!

0:24:39 > 0:24:43Thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself.

0:24:43 > 0:24:45The day will come when thou shalt wish for me

0:24:45 > 0:24:49To help thee curse that poisonous bunchbacked toad.

0:24:49 > 0:24:51Dispute not with her, she is lunatic.

0:24:51 > 0:24:54Witness my son,

0:24:54 > 0:24:56now in the shade of death,

0:24:56 > 0:24:59Whose bright out-shining beams

0:24:59 > 0:25:04thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternal darkness folded up.

0:25:04 > 0:25:05Peace.

0:25:05 > 0:25:06Peace.

0:25:08 > 0:25:09For shame

0:25:09 > 0:25:11if not for charity.

0:25:12 > 0:25:16O, Buckingham,

0:25:16 > 0:25:18take heed of yonder dog.

0:25:18 > 0:25:20Look, when he fawns, he bites,

0:25:20 > 0:25:24And, when he bites, his venom tooth will rankle to the death.

0:25:24 > 0:25:25Have not to do with him.

0:25:26 > 0:25:28Beware of him.

0:25:31 > 0:25:33What doth she say, my Lord of Buckingham?

0:25:41 > 0:25:44- Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.- Mm.

0:25:48 > 0:25:49What?

0:25:51 > 0:25:56Dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel?

0:25:56 > 0:25:59And soothe the devil that I warn thee from?

0:26:00 > 0:26:02O,

0:26:02 > 0:26:05but remember this another day,

0:26:05 > 0:26:10When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow

0:26:10 > 0:26:12And say, "Poor Margaret

0:26:14 > 0:26:15"was a prophetess."

0:26:21 > 0:26:23Live each of you

0:26:24 > 0:26:27the subjects to his hate,

0:26:27 > 0:26:29And he to yours

0:26:31 > 0:26:33and all of you

0:26:33 > 0:26:34to God's.

0:27:05 > 0:27:08My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses.

0:27:08 > 0:27:10And so doth mine.

0:27:10 > 0:27:12I muse why she's at liberty.

0:27:12 > 0:27:15She hath had too much wrong

0:27:16 > 0:27:20And I do repent my part thereof that I have done to her.

0:27:22 > 0:27:23I never did her any,

0:27:23 > 0:27:25to my knowledge.

0:27:26 > 0:27:29Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong.

0:27:29 > 0:27:31DOOR OPENS

0:27:31 > 0:27:33Madam, His Majesty doth call for you.

0:27:33 > 0:27:35And for you, my grace. And you, my gracious lords.

0:27:35 > 0:27:37I come.

0:27:37 > 0:27:39Lords, will you go with me?

0:27:39 > 0:27:40We wait upon your grace.

0:27:43 > 0:27:46The secret mischiefs that I set abroach

0:27:46 > 0:27:48I lay unto the grievous charge of others.

0:27:48 > 0:27:51And Clarence, whom I, indeed, have laid in darkness,

0:27:51 > 0:27:53I do beweep to many simple gulls,

0:27:53 > 0:27:56Namely to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham,

0:27:56 > 0:27:58And tell them 'tis the Queen and her allies

0:27:58 > 0:28:02That stir the King against the Duke, my brother.

0:28:04 > 0:28:06Now, they believe it,

0:28:06 > 0:28:10and withal whet me to be revenged on Rivers and on Grey.

0:28:21 > 0:28:22But then I sigh,

0:28:22 > 0:28:24and, with a piece of scripture,

0:28:24 > 0:28:26Tell them that God bids us do good for evil.

0:28:27 > 0:28:30And thus I clothe my naked villainy

0:28:30 > 0:28:34With old odd ends stolen forth of holy writ

0:28:34 > 0:28:36And seem a saint

0:28:37 > 0:28:39when most I play the devil.

0:28:44 > 0:28:46LOCKS OPEN

0:28:57 > 0:29:00Why looks your grace so heavily today?

0:29:02 > 0:29:04O, I've passed a miserable night.

0:29:06 > 0:29:10So full of fearful dreams, ugly sights

0:29:10 > 0:29:14That, as I am a Christian faithful man,

0:29:14 > 0:29:16I would not spend another such a night,

0:29:16 > 0:29:18Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days.

0:29:18 > 0:29:19What was your dream, my lord?

0:29:23 > 0:29:25I passed methought

0:29:26 > 0:29:28the melancholy flood

0:29:29 > 0:29:32With that sour ferryman poets write of

0:29:32 > 0:29:36Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.

0:29:38 > 0:29:41The first

0:29:41 > 0:29:43that there did greet my stranger soul,

0:29:43 > 0:29:45Shadow like an angel

0:29:46 > 0:29:48with bright hair

0:29:48 > 0:29:49dabbled in blood.

0:29:51 > 0:29:53And he shrieked out aloud

0:29:55 > 0:29:57"Clarence is come

0:30:00 > 0:30:03"That stabbed me in the woods by Tewkesbury.

0:30:04 > 0:30:07"Seize on him, Furies,

0:30:07 > 0:30:09"take him to your torment."

0:30:13 > 0:30:15With that,

0:30:15 > 0:30:19methought, a legion of foul fiends environed me

0:30:20 > 0:30:22And houled in mine ears such

0:30:23 > 0:30:25hideous cries

0:30:25 > 0:30:29That with the very noise I trembling waked,

0:30:29 > 0:30:31And for a season after

0:30:33 > 0:30:35could not believe

0:30:36 > 0:30:38but that I was in hell.

0:30:38 > 0:30:42No marvel, my lord, though it affrighted you.

0:30:42 > 0:30:45- I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it.- Keeper...

0:30:46 > 0:30:49Keeper, I have done these things,

0:30:49 > 0:30:53But now give evidence against my soul, for Edward's sake

0:30:54 > 0:30:56And see how he requites me.

0:30:58 > 0:31:00Keeper, prithy sit by me awhile.

0:31:02 > 0:31:04My soul is heavy,

0:31:04 > 0:31:05and I fain would sleep.

0:31:10 > 0:31:12I will, my lord.

0:31:15 > 0:31:17God give your grace good rest.

0:31:17 > 0:31:19BANGING ON DOOR

0:31:32 > 0:31:34What words, thou fellows?

0:31:34 > 0:31:35How camest thou hither?

0:31:35 > 0:31:37We would speak to Prince George,

0:31:37 > 0:31:38and I came hither on my legs.

0:31:38 > 0:31:41What? So brief?

0:31:41 > 0:31:43'Tis better, sir, than to be tedious.

0:31:45 > 0:31:46See our commission.

0:31:48 > 0:31:49We talk no more.

0:31:58 > 0:32:01In God's name, who sent you hither?

0:32:01 > 0:32:03Wherefore come you?

0:32:03 > 0:32:04To murder me?

0:32:06 > 0:32:10Wherein, my friends, have I offended you?

0:32:10 > 0:32:12Offended us you have not,

0:32:12 > 0:32:14but the King.

0:32:14 > 0:32:16I am his brother,

0:32:16 > 0:32:17and I love him well.

0:32:17 > 0:32:20If you be hired for money

0:32:21 > 0:32:23back again,

0:32:23 > 0:32:25And I will send you to my brother Gloucester

0:32:25 > 0:32:27And he will reward you better for my life

0:32:27 > 0:32:30Than Edward will for tidings of my death.

0:32:30 > 0:32:31You are deceived,

0:32:33 > 0:32:35your brother Gloucester hates you.

0:32:35 > 0:32:38Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord.

0:32:40 > 0:32:42- My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks.- Enough!

0:32:42 > 0:32:44HE SCREAMS

0:32:53 > 0:32:56HE SCREAMS

0:32:56 > 0:32:58If all this will not do,

0:32:58 > 0:33:00I'll drown you in the bucket.

0:33:02 > 0:33:03No!

0:33:05 > 0:33:06No!

0:33:07 > 0:33:09Calm down!

0:33:09 > 0:33:10STRUGGLING

0:33:13 > 0:33:14GURGLING

0:33:46 > 0:33:50Why, so, now have I done a good day's work.

0:33:51 > 0:33:54You peers, continue this united league.

0:33:54 > 0:33:58Rivers and Hastings

0:34:00 > 0:34:02dissemble not your hatred,

0:34:02 > 0:34:03swear your love.

0:34:08 > 0:34:13By heaven, my soul is purged from grudging hate,

0:34:13 > 0:34:16And with my hand I seal my true heart's love.

0:34:19 > 0:34:22So thrive I, as I truly swear the like.

0:34:25 > 0:34:28Madam, yourself is not exempt from this.

0:34:29 > 0:34:31Nor you, stepson Grey.

0:34:31 > 0:34:34Buckingham, nor you.

0:34:34 > 0:34:37You have been factious one against the other.

0:34:37 > 0:34:41And what you do, do it unfeignedly.

0:34:41 > 0:34:43So thrive I and mine.

0:34:48 > 0:34:52This interchange of love shall be inviolable.

0:34:59 > 0:35:01And, in good time, here comes the Duke of Gloucester.

0:35:04 > 0:35:06Good morrow to my sovereign King and Queen.

0:35:06 > 0:35:09And, princely peers, a happy time of day.

0:35:09 > 0:35:13Happy, indeed, as we have spent the day making peace of enmity,

0:35:13 > 0:35:15Fair love of hate,

0:35:15 > 0:35:18between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.

0:35:18 > 0:35:21A blessed labour, my most sovereign lord.

0:35:21 > 0:35:24If I unwittingly, or in my rage,

0:35:24 > 0:35:27Have aught committed that is hardly borne by any in this presence,

0:35:27 > 0:35:32I desire to reconcile me to his friendly peace.

0:35:34 > 0:35:36There is no Englishman alive

0:35:36 > 0:35:40with whom my soul is any jot at odds.

0:35:42 > 0:35:44I would to God all strifes were well compounded.

0:35:47 > 0:35:50My sovereign Lord, I do beseech your highness

0:35:50 > 0:35:52To bring our brother Clarence to your grace.

0:35:52 > 0:35:54Why, madam,

0:35:54 > 0:35:56have I offered love for this

0:35:57 > 0:36:02To be so flouted in this royal presence?

0:36:02 > 0:36:05Who knows not that the gentle Duke is dead?

0:36:05 > 0:36:07THEY GASP AND MUTTER

0:36:07 > 0:36:10You do him injury to scorn his corpse!

0:36:10 > 0:36:12Who knows not he is dead! Who knows he is?

0:36:12 > 0:36:15All heaven, what a world is this!

0:36:15 > 0:36:16Is Clarence dead?

0:36:22 > 0:36:23The order was reversed.

0:36:25 > 0:36:29But he, poor man, by your first order died,

0:36:29 > 0:36:32And that a winged Mercury did bear,

0:36:32 > 0:36:35Some tardy cripple bore the countermand

0:36:35 > 0:36:37And came too lag to see him buried.

0:36:39 > 0:36:40Who sued to me for him?

0:36:43 > 0:36:48Who, in my wrath, kneeled at my feet And bade me be advised?

0:36:48 > 0:36:51Who spoke of brotherhood?

0:36:51 > 0:36:52Who spoke of love?

0:36:54 > 0:36:57All of this from my remembrance brutish wrath sinfully plucked,

0:36:57 > 0:37:00And not a man of you had so much grace to put it in my mind.

0:37:00 > 0:37:05Nor I, ungracious, spake unto myself for him, poor soul.

0:37:05 > 0:37:09O God, I fear thy justice will take hold on me

0:37:13 > 0:37:14And you

0:37:14 > 0:37:17and mine and yours

0:37:17 > 0:37:18for this.

0:37:23 > 0:37:25Elizabeth, help me to my closet.

0:37:30 > 0:37:32O, poor George!

0:37:42 > 0:37:44This is the fruit of rashness!

0:37:45 > 0:37:47Marked you not

0:37:47 > 0:37:49How that the guilty kindred of the Queen

0:37:49 > 0:37:52Looked pale when they did hear of Clarence' death?

0:37:53 > 0:37:56O, they did urge it still unto the King.

0:37:58 > 0:37:59God will revenge it.

0:38:01 > 0:38:03Come, lords.

0:38:03 > 0:38:04We wait upon your grace.

0:38:55 > 0:38:57DOOR OPENS

0:38:59 > 0:39:01Who shall hinder me to wail and weep,

0:39:01 > 0:39:04To chide my fortune and torment myself?

0:39:06 > 0:39:09What means this scene of rude impatience?

0:39:09 > 0:39:10My lord,

0:39:10 > 0:39:12thy son,

0:39:12 > 0:39:13their father,

0:39:13 > 0:39:15our King,

0:39:15 > 0:39:16is dead.

0:39:18 > 0:39:19If you will live, lament,

0:39:19 > 0:39:21if die, be brief,

0:39:21 > 0:39:23That our swift-winged souls may catch the King's,

0:39:23 > 0:39:25And, like obedient subjects, follow him

0:39:25 > 0:39:29To his new kingdom of ne'er-changing night.

0:39:29 > 0:39:31Ah.

0:39:32 > 0:39:34So much interest have I in thy sorrow

0:39:36 > 0:39:39As I had title in thy noble husband.

0:39:41 > 0:39:44I have bewept a worthy husband's death,

0:39:44 > 0:39:47And lived with looking on his images

0:39:48 > 0:39:51But now two mirrors of his princely semblance

0:39:51 > 0:39:54Are cracked in pieces by malignant death,

0:39:54 > 0:39:58And I for comfort have but one false glass,

0:39:58 > 0:40:01Which grieves me when I see my shame in him.

0:40:03 > 0:40:06Thou art a widow - yet thou art a mother,

0:40:06 > 0:40:09Thou hast the comfort of thy children left;

0:40:09 > 0:40:14But death hath snatch'd my husband from my side

0:40:14 > 0:40:17And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands:

0:40:17 > 0:40:19Clarence and Edward.

0:40:21 > 0:40:24Pour all your tears:

0:40:24 > 0:40:26I am your sorrow's nurse,

0:40:26 > 0:40:29And I will pamper it with lamentations.

0:40:29 > 0:40:31DOOR OPENS

0:40:31 > 0:40:34Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother,

0:40:34 > 0:40:37Of the young Prince your son:

0:40:37 > 0:40:40Send straight for him; Let him be crown'd;

0:40:40 > 0:40:42In him your comfort lives.

0:40:42 > 0:40:46Sister, sister, have comfort:

0:40:46 > 0:40:47All of us have cause

0:40:47 > 0:40:50To wail the dimming of our shining star,

0:40:50 > 0:40:52But none can help our harms by wailing them.

0:40:55 > 0:40:59Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy: I did not see your grace.

0:41:00 > 0:41:02I crave your blessing.

0:41:07 > 0:41:12God bless thee, and put meekness in thy breast;

0:41:12 > 0:41:17Love, charity, obedience, and true duty.

0:41:20 > 0:41:22Amen.

0:41:26 > 0:41:30You here that bear this heavy load of moan,

0:41:30 > 0:41:32Now cheer each other in each other's love.

0:41:34 > 0:41:37Meseemeth good, that with some little train,

0:41:37 > 0:41:39Forthwith from Ludlow the young Prince be fetched

0:41:39 > 0:41:41Hither to London, to be crown'd our King.

0:41:41 > 0:41:44Why with some little train, my Lord of Buckingham?

0:41:44 > 0:41:46Marry, my lord, lest by a multitude

0:41:46 > 0:41:49The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out,

0:41:49 > 0:41:51Which would be so much the more dangerous

0:41:51 > 0:41:53By how much the estate is green and yet ungovern'd.

0:41:53 > 0:41:55Then be it so, and go we to determine

0:41:55 > 0:41:57Who they shall be that shall straight to Ludlow.

0:41:57 > 0:42:00Madam, and you, my sister, will you go

0:42:00 > 0:42:02To give your censures in this business?

0:42:02 > 0:42:04With all my heart.

0:42:12 > 0:42:14Cousin of Buckingham.

0:42:15 > 0:42:19My lord, whoever journeys to the Prince,

0:42:19 > 0:42:22For God's sake let not us two stay at home:

0:42:22 > 0:42:24For by the way I'll sort occasion,

0:42:24 > 0:42:28To part the Queen's proud kindred from the Prince.

0:42:28 > 0:42:31My other self,

0:42:31 > 0:42:34my counsel's consistory,

0:42:34 > 0:42:39My oracle, my prophet, my dear cousin:

0:42:41 > 0:42:45As a child, I will follow your direction.

0:42:45 > 0:42:49Toward Ludlow then, for we'll not leave behind.

0:43:23 > 0:43:26INAUDIBLE

0:43:28 > 0:43:32INAUDIBLE

0:43:38 > 0:43:40MEN SHOUT

0:43:54 > 0:43:56Prince Edward.

0:43:56 > 0:43:57Your Majesty.

0:44:07 > 0:44:09At Northampton they do rest tonight:

0:44:09 > 0:44:12Tomorrow, or next day, they will be here.

0:44:12 > 0:44:14I long with all my heart to see Prince Edward;

0:44:14 > 0:44:18I hope he is much grown since last I saw him.

0:44:18 > 0:44:21Ah, but I hear no: they say his royal brother

0:44:21 > 0:44:23Has almost overta'en him in his growth.

0:44:23 > 0:44:26Ay, mother, but I would not have it so.

0:44:26 > 0:44:29Why, my good cousin? It is good to grow.

0:44:29 > 0:44:32Grandam, one night as we did sit at supper,

0:44:32 > 0:44:34My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow

0:44:34 > 0:44:36More than my brother.

0:44:36 > 0:44:40"Ay," quoth my uncle Richard, "Small herbs have grace;

0:44:40 > 0:44:43"great weeds do grow apace."

0:44:43 > 0:44:46Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold

0:44:46 > 0:44:49In him that did object the same to thee!

0:44:49 > 0:44:51He was the wretched'st thing when he was young,

0:44:51 > 0:44:55So long a-growing, and so leisurely,

0:44:55 > 0:44:58That if his rule were true, he should be gracious.

0:44:58 > 0:45:01Parlous boy: go to, you are too shrewd.

0:45:01 > 0:45:03KNOCK ON DOOR

0:45:03 > 0:45:05DOOR OPENS

0:45:05 > 0:45:06What news?

0:45:06 > 0:45:09Such news, madam, as grieves me to report.

0:45:09 > 0:45:11How doth the Prince?

0:45:11 > 0:45:12Oh, well, madam, and in health.

0:45:12 > 0:45:14Then what is thy news?

0:45:14 > 0:45:18Lord Rivers and Lord Grey Are sent to Pomfret, prisoners.

0:45:18 > 0:45:19Who hath committed them?

0:45:19 > 0:45:21The mighty Dukes, Gloucester and Buckingham.

0:45:21 > 0:45:23For what offence?

0:45:23 > 0:45:25The sum of all I can I have disclos'd.

0:45:25 > 0:45:29Accursed and unquiet wrangling days,

0:45:29 > 0:45:31How many of you have mine eyes beheld!

0:45:36 > 0:45:38Farewell, daughter.

0:45:38 > 0:45:42Come, come, my boy: We will to sanctuary.

0:45:42 > 0:45:44Madam, farewell.

0:45:47 > 0:45:51Stay, I will go with you.

0:46:21 > 0:46:23Welcome, sweet Prince, to London.

0:46:24 > 0:46:27Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sovereign.

0:46:29 > 0:46:33The weary way hath made you melancholy.

0:46:33 > 0:46:35No, uncle.

0:46:35 > 0:46:37I want more uncles here to welcome me.

0:46:38 > 0:46:41Where are my uncles Rivers and Grey?

0:46:43 > 0:46:45Those uncles which you want were dangerous;

0:46:45 > 0:46:48Your grace attended to their sugar'd words,

0:46:48 > 0:46:50But look'd not on the poison of their hearts.

0:46:52 > 0:46:55God keep you from them, and from such false friends!

0:47:04 > 0:47:07CHATTERING

0:47:12 > 0:47:15My lord, the Mayor of London comes to greet you!

0:47:17 > 0:47:20God bless your grace with health and happy days!

0:47:20 > 0:47:23I thank you, good my lord, and thank you all.

0:47:23 > 0:47:25My lord.

0:47:25 > 0:47:27My good Lord Stanley.

0:47:29 > 0:47:31The Queen your mother and your brother York

0:47:31 > 0:47:33Have taken sanctuary. The tender Prince

0:47:33 > 0:47:35Would fain have come with me to meet your grace,

0:47:35 > 0:47:38But by his mother was perforce withheld.

0:47:38 > 0:47:41Fie, what an indirect and peevish course

0:47:41 > 0:47:42Is this of hers!

0:47:42 > 0:47:45Your holiness...

0:47:45 > 0:47:46will your grace,

0:47:46 > 0:47:49Persuade the Queen to send the Duke of York

0:47:49 > 0:47:50Unto his princely brother presently?

0:47:50 > 0:47:53If she refuse, Lord Hastings, go with him

0:47:53 > 0:47:55And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce.

0:47:55 > 0:47:57God in Heaven forbid

0:47:57 > 0:47:59We should infringe the holy privilege

0:47:59 > 0:48:01Of blessed sanctuary!

0:48:03 > 0:48:07You are too ceremonious and traditional.

0:48:07 > 0:48:08LAUGHTER

0:48:08 > 0:48:11You break not sanctuary in seizing him!

0:48:11 > 0:48:13The benefit thereof is always granted

0:48:13 > 0:48:16To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place,

0:48:16 > 0:48:19And those who have the wit to claim the place.

0:48:19 > 0:48:21Oft have I heard of sanctuary men,

0:48:21 > 0:48:25But sanctuary children, never till now.

0:48:25 > 0:48:27LAUGHTER

0:48:40 > 0:48:46My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for once.

0:48:47 > 0:48:49Come on, Lord Hastings.

0:49:01 > 0:49:04Say, uncle Gloucester, when our brother comes,

0:49:04 > 0:49:06Where shall we sojourn till our coronation?

0:49:06 > 0:49:08If I may counsel you, some day or two

0:49:08 > 0:49:12Your Highness shall repose you at the Tower,

0:49:12 > 0:49:15Then after where you please that shall be thought most fit

0:49:15 > 0:49:17For your best health and recreation.

0:49:17 > 0:49:20I do not like the Tower, of any place.

0:49:20 > 0:49:23Did Julius Caesar build that place, my lord?

0:49:23 > 0:49:26He did, my lord, begin that place,

0:49:26 > 0:49:28Which since, succeeding ages have re-edified.

0:49:30 > 0:49:34So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

0:49:47 > 0:49:49DOOR OPENS

0:49:49 > 0:49:50Brother!

0:49:51 > 0:49:54And in good time here comes the Duke of York.

0:49:54 > 0:49:57Richard of York: How fares our loving brother?

0:49:57 > 0:50:00Well, my dread lord - so must I call you now.

0:50:00 > 0:50:05How fares my cousin, noble Lord of York?

0:50:05 > 0:50:07I thank you, gentle uncle.

0:50:07 > 0:50:08O my lord,

0:50:08 > 0:50:12You said that idle weeds are fast in growth.

0:50:12 > 0:50:15I did, my lord, but meant no harm.

0:50:15 > 0:50:18I pray you, uncle, give me this dagger.

0:50:20 > 0:50:23What, would you have my weapon, little lord?

0:50:23 > 0:50:26I would, that I might thank you as you call me.

0:50:26 > 0:50:27How?

0:50:27 > 0:50:29Little.

0:50:29 > 0:50:31THEY CHUCKLE

0:50:31 > 0:50:33RICHARD CHUCKLES

0:50:33 > 0:50:36My brother York will still be cross in talk;

0:50:36 > 0:50:39Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him.

0:50:39 > 0:50:42You mean to bear me, not to bear with me;

0:50:42 > 0:50:45Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me:

0:50:45 > 0:50:47Because that I am little like an ape,

0:50:47 > 0:50:50He thinks you should bear me on your shoulders!

0:51:03 > 0:51:05BUCKINGHAM FORCES A LAUGH

0:51:06 > 0:51:10With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons:

0:51:10 > 0:51:12So cunning and so young is wonderful!

0:51:14 > 0:51:16My lord, will't please you pass along?

0:51:16 > 0:51:19Myself and my good cousin Buckingham

0:51:19 > 0:51:21Will to your mother, to entreat of her

0:51:21 > 0:51:23To meet you at the Tower and welcome you.

0:51:25 > 0:51:28What, will you go to the Tower, my lord?

0:51:28 > 0:51:32My Lord Protector needs will have it so.

0:51:32 > 0:51:35I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower.

0:51:35 > 0:51:38Why, what should you fear?

0:51:38 > 0:51:40My uncle Clarence' angry ghost:

0:51:40 > 0:51:42My grandam told me he was murder'd there.

0:51:45 > 0:51:47I fear no uncles dead.

0:51:47 > 0:51:48Nor none that live, I hope?

0:51:48 > 0:51:52And if they live, I hope I need not fear.

0:51:53 > 0:51:55Go I unto the Tower.

0:51:55 > 0:51:57Come, brother.

0:52:07 > 0:52:10'Tis a parlous boy,

0:52:10 > 0:52:16Bold, ingenious, quick, forward, capable:

0:52:18 > 0:52:20He is all the mother's, from the top to toe.

0:52:20 > 0:52:22Well, let them rest.

0:52:26 > 0:52:28Come hither, Catesby:

0:52:33 > 0:52:38Go now, gentle Catesby, sound thou Hastings

0:52:38 > 0:52:40How he doth stand affected to our purpose,

0:52:40 > 0:52:43For the instalment of this noble Duke

0:52:43 > 0:52:45In the seat royal of this famous isle.

0:52:47 > 0:52:49Tell him, Catesby

0:52:49 > 0:52:53That his ancient knot of dangerous adversaries

0:52:53 > 0:52:57Tomorrow shall be let blood at Pomfret castle.

0:53:04 > 0:53:07What shall we do if we perceive

0:53:07 > 0:53:10Lord Hastings shall not yield to our complots?

0:53:10 > 0:53:12Chop off his head, man.

0:53:12 > 0:53:14HE CHUCKLES

0:53:14 > 0:53:18And look you when I am King; claim thou of me

0:53:18 > 0:53:21The earldom of Hereford, and all the moveables

0:53:21 > 0:53:25Thereof of which the King, my brother, was possess'd.

0:53:26 > 0:53:27HE CHUCKLES

0:53:30 > 0:53:33I'll claim that promise at your grace's hand.

0:53:47 > 0:53:48Your Majesty.

0:53:51 > 0:53:52Prince Richard.

0:54:10 > 0:54:12Catesby?

0:54:12 > 0:54:15What news in this our tott'ring state?

0:54:15 > 0:54:18It is a reeling world indeed, my lord,

0:54:18 > 0:54:20And I believe will never stand upright

0:54:20 > 0:54:22Till Richard wear the garland of the realm.

0:54:25 > 0:54:28How, wear the garland? Dost thou mean the crown?

0:54:28 > 0:54:30Ay, my good lord.

0:54:31 > 0:54:34I'll have this crown of mine cut from my shoulders

0:54:34 > 0:54:36Before I'll see the crown so foul misplac'd.

0:54:37 > 0:54:39But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it?

0:54:39 > 0:54:41Ay, upon my life,

0:54:41 > 0:54:44And thereupon he sends you this good news

0:54:44 > 0:54:46That tomorrow night Rivers and Grey,

0:54:46 > 0:54:51The kindred of the Queen, must die at Pomfret.

0:54:55 > 0:54:58Indeed, I am no mourner for that news.

0:54:59 > 0:55:02Today shalt thou behold two subjects die

0:55:02 > 0:55:05For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.

0:55:05 > 0:55:08God spare the Princes from the pack of you.

0:55:08 > 0:55:11A knot you are of damned blood-suckers!

0:55:12 > 0:55:14Dispatch: The limit of your lives is out.

0:55:14 > 0:55:17Now Margaret's curse is fall'n upon our heads.

0:55:17 > 0:55:20Make haste; the hour of death is expiate.

0:55:20 > 0:55:22Pomfret! Pomfret!

0:55:22 > 0:55:25We give thee our guiltless blood to drink.

0:55:45 > 0:55:47Hm.

0:56:05 > 0:56:09Now, noble peers, the cause why we are met

0:56:09 > 0:56:11Is to determine of the coronation of young Edward.

0:56:11 > 0:56:13Are all things ready for the royal time?

0:56:13 > 0:56:16They are, and wants but nomination.

0:56:16 > 0:56:19Tomorrow, then, I judge a happy day.

0:56:19 > 0:56:22Who knows the Lord Protector's mind herein?

0:56:24 > 0:56:27Who is most inward with the noble Duke?

0:56:30 > 0:56:35Your grace, we think, should soonest know his mind.

0:56:36 > 0:56:40We know each other's faces; for our hearts

0:56:40 > 0:56:42He knows no more of mine than I of yours.

0:56:44 > 0:56:47Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.

0:56:48 > 0:56:51I thank his grace, I know he loves me well

0:56:51 > 0:56:53But for his purpose in the coronation

0:56:53 > 0:56:55I have not sounded him.

0:56:55 > 0:56:57But you, my noble lords, may name the time;

0:56:57 > 0:57:01And in the Duke's behalf I'll give my voice.

0:57:01 > 0:57:04In happy time, here comes the Duke himself.

0:57:04 > 0:57:08My noble lords and cousins all, good morrow:

0:57:08 > 0:57:12I have been long a sleeper, but I trust

0:57:12 > 0:57:14My absence doth neglect no great design

0:57:14 > 0:57:17Which by my presence might have been concluded.

0:57:17 > 0:57:19Had not you come upon your cue, my lord,

0:57:19 > 0:57:23William Lord Hastings had pronounc'd your part -

0:57:23 > 0:57:25I mean your voice for crowning of the King.

0:57:25 > 0:57:32Oh? Than Lord Hastings no man might be so bold:

0:57:32 > 0:57:36His lordship knows me well, and loves me well.

0:57:40 > 0:57:43My Lord of Ely, last time I was in Holborn

0:57:43 > 0:57:46I saw good strawberries in your garden there,

0:57:46 > 0:57:48I do beseech you, send for some of them.

0:57:48 > 0:57:52Marry, I will, my lord, with all my heart.

0:57:52 > 0:57:55Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you.

0:58:02 > 0:58:04We have not yet set down this day of triumph.

0:58:04 > 0:58:07Tomorrow, in my judgment, is too sudden.

0:58:07 > 0:58:12Where is my lord Duke of Gloucester? I have sent for these strawberries.

0:58:12 > 0:58:15His grace looks cheerfully and smooth today:

0:58:15 > 0:58:17I think there's never a man in Christendom

0:58:17 > 0:58:19Can lesser hide his love and hate than he,

0:58:19 > 0:58:22For by his face straight shall you know his heart.

0:58:22 > 0:58:24What of his heart perceive you in his face

0:58:24 > 0:58:26By any livelihood he show'd today?

0:58:26 > 0:58:29Marry, that with no man here he is offended,

0:58:29 > 0:58:32For were he, he had shown it in his looks.

0:58:32 > 0:58:34I pray God he be not, I say.

0:58:34 > 0:58:35DOOR OPENS

0:58:38 > 0:58:42I pray you all, tell me how they should be treated

0:58:42 > 0:58:47That do conspire my death through devilish plots

0:58:47 > 0:58:51Of damned witchcraft, that have prevail'd

0:58:51 > 0:58:54Upon my body with their hellish charms?

0:58:54 > 0:58:57The tender love I bear your grace,

0:58:57 > 0:58:59Leads me to say they have deserved death.

0:58:59 > 0:59:01Then let your eyes be the witness to their evil.

0:59:01 > 0:59:04See how I am bewitch'd!

0:59:04 > 0:59:08Behold, mine arm

0:59:08 > 0:59:11Is like a blasted sapling wither'd up!

0:59:14 > 0:59:18And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch,

0:59:18 > 0:59:22That by her witchcraft thus have marked me.

0:59:22 > 0:59:24If by this deed she have, my noble lord -

0:59:24 > 0:59:27If? If?

0:59:31 > 0:59:34Thou protector of this damned strumpet,

0:59:36 > 0:59:40Talk'st thou to me of ifs!

0:59:41 > 0:59:43Thou art a traitor:

0:59:43 > 0:59:45Off with his head!

0:59:52 > 0:59:53Now by Saint Paul

0:59:53 > 0:59:55I shall not dine until I see the same!

0:59:58 > 1:00:00Catesby, look that it be done;

1:00:02 > 1:00:05All the rest that love me, rise and follow me.

1:00:39 > 1:00:42The manner and the purpose of his treasons,

1:00:42 > 1:00:44My lords, you might signify

1:00:44 > 1:00:46Unto the citizens, who haply may

1:00:46 > 1:00:48Misconstrue us in him and wail his death.

1:00:48 > 1:00:50I'll acquaint our duteous citizens

1:00:50 > 1:00:53With all your just proceedings in this cause.

1:01:12 > 1:01:13KNOCK ON DOOR

1:01:49 > 1:01:51Go, cousin Buckingham,

1:01:51 > 1:01:54To the Mayor and citizens at Guildhall.

1:01:54 > 1:01:56There, at your meet'st advantage of the time,

1:01:56 > 1:01:59Infer the bastardy of Edward's children.

1:01:59 > 1:02:01HE CHUCKLES

1:02:09 > 1:02:12O Catesby!

1:02:57 > 1:02:58Please...

1:03:01 > 1:03:03I dance attendance here.

1:03:03 > 1:03:06I think the Duke will not be spoke withal.

1:03:06 > 1:03:09DOOR OPENS

1:03:09 > 1:03:12Now, Catesby, what says your lord to my request?

1:03:14 > 1:03:17He is within, with two right reverend fathers,

1:03:17 > 1:03:19Divinely bent to meditation;

1:03:19 > 1:03:23And in no worldly suits would he be draw

1:03:23 > 1:03:25To move him from his holy exercise.

1:03:25 > 1:03:29Return, good Catesby, to the gracious Duke;

1:03:29 > 1:03:33Tell him myself, the Mayor and aldermen,

1:03:33 > 1:03:36In deep design, in matter of great moment,

1:03:36 > 1:03:39Are come to have some conference with his grace.

1:03:39 > 1:03:42I'll signify so much unto him straight.

1:03:44 > 1:03:49Ah ha, my lords, this Prince is not an Edward:

1:03:49 > 1:03:52He is not lolling on a lewd love-bed,

1:03:52 > 1:03:55But on his knees at meditation.

1:03:55 > 1:03:58Happy were England, would this virtuous Prince

1:03:58 > 1:04:00Take on his graces the sovereignty thereof.

1:04:00 > 1:04:03God defend his grace should say us nay!

1:04:03 > 1:04:05I fear he will.

1:04:05 > 1:04:08DOOR OPENS

1:04:08 > 1:04:10Now, Catesby, what says his grace?

1:04:10 > 1:04:12He wonders to what end you have assembled

1:04:12 > 1:04:15Such troops of citizens to come to him.

1:04:15 > 1:04:18He fears, my lord, you mean no good to him.

1:04:20 > 1:04:25By heaven, we come to him in perfect love:

1:04:25 > 1:04:28And so once more return and tell his grace.

1:04:33 > 1:04:36When holy and devout religious men

1:04:36 > 1:04:39Are at their beads, 'tis much to draw them thence,

1:04:39 > 1:04:42So sweet is zealous contemplation.

1:04:44 > 1:04:48See where his grace kneels, 'tween two clergymen!

1:04:48 > 1:04:52And see, a book of prayer in his hand!

1:04:54 > 1:05:00Famous Plantagenet, most gracious Prince,

1:05:00 > 1:05:03Lend favourable ears to our requests,

1:05:03 > 1:05:05And pardon us the interruption

1:05:05 > 1:05:08Of thy devotion and right Christian zeal.

1:05:10 > 1:05:13I do suspect that I have done some offence

1:05:13 > 1:05:17Which seems disgracious in the City's eye.

1:05:20 > 1:05:22We heartily solicit

1:05:22 > 1:05:26Your gracious self to take on you the charge

1:05:26 > 1:05:30And kingly government of this, your land,

1:05:30 > 1:05:34Your right of birth, your empery, your own.

1:05:34 > 1:05:38God be thank'd, there is no need of me.

1:05:38 > 1:05:43The royal tree hath left us royal fruit,

1:05:44 > 1:05:47The dear Prince, safely in the Tower stowed,

1:05:47 > 1:05:51Who will bring us all happiness by his reign.

1:05:51 > 1:05:54On him I lay that you would lay on me:

1:05:54 > 1:05:56You say that Edward is your brother's son:

1:05:56 > 1:05:58Mm.

1:05:58 > 1:06:03So say we too - but not by Edward's wife!

1:06:03 > 1:06:07For first he was contract to Lady Bona.

1:06:07 > 1:06:11This Elizabeth, a poor widow,

1:06:11 > 1:06:15Seduc'd the pitch and height of his degree

1:06:15 > 1:06:18To base declension and loath'd bigamy.

1:06:18 > 1:06:22By her, in his unlawful bed, he got

1:06:22 > 1:06:27This little Edward, whom we call a Prince.

1:06:27 > 1:06:30MURMURING

1:06:30 > 1:06:34Then, good my lord, take to your royal self

1:06:34 > 1:06:37This proffer'd benefit of dignity.

1:06:37 > 1:06:40Do, my good lord: Your citizens entreat you.

1:06:40 > 1:06:45Alas, why would you heap this care on me?

1:06:45 > 1:06:49I am unfit for state and majesty.

1:06:52 > 1:06:56I cannot, and I will not, yield to you.

1:06:56 > 1:06:58If you refuse it,

1:06:58 > 1:07:00As well we know your tenderness of heart,

1:07:00 > 1:07:03And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse.

1:07:03 > 1:07:07Yet know, your brother's son shall never reign our King,

1:07:07 > 1:07:10But we will plant some other in the throne

1:07:10 > 1:07:14To the disgrace and downfall of this, your House;

1:07:14 > 1:07:16And with this resolution here we leave you.

1:07:16 > 1:07:19Come, citizens; zounds, I'll entreat no more.

1:07:19 > 1:07:22O, do not swear, my Lord of Buckingham!

1:07:22 > 1:07:24Call him again, sweet Prince; accept their suit.

1:07:24 > 1:07:27If you deny them, all the land will rue it.

1:07:27 > 1:07:31Will you entreat me to a world of cares?

1:07:31 > 1:07:32Call them again!

1:07:32 > 1:07:34Lord Buckingham!

1:07:38 > 1:07:40I am not made of stone.

1:07:41 > 1:07:46My cousin of Buckingham, and sage, grave men,

1:07:46 > 1:07:49If you do buckle fortune on my back,

1:07:49 > 1:07:53I must have patience to endure the load.

1:07:54 > 1:07:59But God doth know, and you may partly see,

1:07:59 > 1:08:03How far I am from the desire of this.

1:08:03 > 1:08:07God bless your grace: We see it, and will say it.

1:08:07 > 1:08:10And in saying so, you do but say the truth.

1:08:10 > 1:08:14Then I salute you with this royal title:

1:08:14 > 1:08:18Long live Richard, England's worthy King!

1:08:18 > 1:08:22ALL: Long live Richard, England's worthy King!

1:08:30 > 1:08:33Tomorrow may it please you to be crown'd?

1:08:33 > 1:08:37Even when you please, for you will have it so.

1:08:37 > 1:08:41And so most joyfully we take our leave.

1:08:41 > 1:08:43And I will to my holy work again.

1:08:44 > 1:08:49Farewell, my cousin, farewell, gentle friends.

1:09:21 > 1:09:22BANGING

1:09:25 > 1:09:27Open this gate!

1:09:28 > 1:09:30Who meets us here?

1:09:34 > 1:09:38God give your graces both A happy and a joyful time of day.

1:09:38 > 1:09:41As much to you, good sister. What make you here?

1:09:42 > 1:09:44As I guess,

1:09:44 > 1:09:46Upon the like devotion as yourselves:

1:09:46 > 1:09:48To gratulate the gentle Princes here.

1:09:48 > 1:09:52Kind sister, thanks; we'll enter all together.

1:09:57 > 1:10:01Master Lieutenant, pray you by your leave:

1:10:01 > 1:10:03How doth the Prince, and my young son of York?

1:10:03 > 1:10:05Right well, dear madam.

1:10:08 > 1:10:12By your patience, I may not suffer you to visit them.

1:10:12 > 1:10:14The King hath strictly charged the contrary.

1:10:14 > 1:10:16The King! Who's that?

1:10:16 > 1:10:17I mean the Lord Protector.

1:10:17 > 1:10:19The Lord protect him from that kingly title!

1:10:19 > 1:10:22I am their mother. Who shall bar me from them?

1:10:22 > 1:10:24I am their father's mother. I will see them.

1:10:24 > 1:10:27Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother:

1:10:27 > 1:10:29Then bring me to their sights.

1:10:29 > 1:10:32No, madam, no. I may not leave it so:

1:10:32 > 1:10:35I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me.

1:10:38 > 1:10:41Come, madam, you must straight to Westminster,

1:10:41 > 1:10:44There to be crowned Richard's royal Queen.

1:10:44 > 1:10:47O, cut my lace asunder,

1:10:47 > 1:10:50Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news!

1:10:50 > 1:10:53Spiteful tidings!

1:10:53 > 1:10:56O, unpleasing news!

1:10:56 > 1:10:58O, ill-dispersing wind of misery!

1:11:00 > 1:11:02O, my accursed womb, the bed of death!

1:11:03 > 1:11:06A cockatrice hast thou hatch'd to the world,

1:11:06 > 1:11:09Whose unavoided eye is murderous.

1:11:09 > 1:11:12Come, madam, come. I in all haste am sent.

1:11:12 > 1:11:14Would to God that the inclusive verge

1:11:14 > 1:11:18Of golden metal that must round my brow

1:11:18 > 1:11:24Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brains!

1:11:27 > 1:11:29Anointed let me be with deadly venom,

1:11:29 > 1:11:33And die, ere men can say, "God save the Queen!"

1:11:33 > 1:11:36Go, go, poor soul,

1:11:36 > 1:11:38I envy not your glory.

1:11:41 > 1:11:43Go thou to Richard,

1:11:43 > 1:11:45And good angels tend thee!

1:11:49 > 1:11:51BELL CHIMES

1:12:41 > 1:12:43Stand all apart.

1:12:45 > 1:12:46Cousin of Buckingham!

1:12:47 > 1:12:48My gracious sovereign?

1:12:48 > 1:12:50Give me thy hand.

1:13:47 > 1:13:50God save King Richard,

1:13:50 > 1:13:52Third of that name.

1:13:52 > 1:13:54- ALL:- God save the King!

1:13:57 > 1:13:59TAPPING

1:14:26 > 1:14:27TAPPING GETS LOUDER

1:14:52 > 1:14:53- ECHOING:- Richard.

1:14:53 > 1:14:54HE CRIES OUT

1:14:58 > 1:14:59HE PANTS

1:14:59 > 1:15:01DOOR OPENS

1:15:04 > 1:15:06Buckingham.

1:15:06 > 1:15:09Thus high, by thy advice and thy assistance,

1:15:09 > 1:15:10Is King Richard seated.

1:15:12 > 1:15:14But shall we wear these glories for a day?

1:15:14 > 1:15:16Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?

1:15:18 > 1:15:20Still live they and for ever let them last!

1:15:22 > 1:15:24Young Edward lives.

1:15:29 > 1:15:30I say, I would be King.

1:15:30 > 1:15:34Why, so you are, my thrice renowned lord.

1:15:34 > 1:15:36Cousin, thou wert not wont to be so dull:

1:15:36 > 1:15:38Shall I be plain?

1:15:38 > 1:15:41I wish the bastards dead.

1:15:41 > 1:15:43And I would have it suddenly perform'd.

1:15:46 > 1:15:49What sayest thou now? Speak suddenly.

1:15:50 > 1:15:52Your grace may do your pleasure.

1:15:56 > 1:15:57SOFTLY: Tut, tut.

1:15:58 > 1:16:01Thou art all ice,

1:16:01 > 1:16:04Thy kindness freezes:

1:16:04 > 1:16:07Say, have I thy consent that they shall die?

1:16:10 > 1:16:14Give me some little breath, some pause, dear lord,

1:16:14 > 1:16:17Before I positively speak in this.

1:16:19 > 1:16:21I will resolve you herein presently.

1:16:28 > 1:16:30- Catesby!- My lord?

1:16:30 > 1:16:32Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold

1:16:32 > 1:16:35Might tempt unto a close exploit of death?

1:16:35 > 1:16:38I know a discontented gentleman.

1:16:38 > 1:16:40Gold will, no doubt, tempt him to anything.

1:16:40 > 1:16:42- What is his name? - His name, my lord, is Tyrell.

1:16:42 > 1:16:45I partly know the man. Have him sent for.

1:16:53 > 1:16:57The deep-revolving witty Buckingham

1:16:57 > 1:17:03No more shall be the neighbour to my counsels:

1:17:03 > 1:17:06Hath he so long held out with me untired,

1:17:06 > 1:17:08And stops he now for breath?

1:17:12 > 1:17:14Well, be it so.

1:17:26 > 1:17:28How now, Stanley! What's the news?

1:17:30 > 1:17:33Know, my loving lord, that the Earl of Richmond Henry Tudor

1:17:33 > 1:17:35Is on the move in France.

1:17:35 > 1:17:38He comes to claim your crown, has followers

1:17:38 > 1:17:39And marches toward the coast.

1:17:43 > 1:17:50Stanley, Richmond is thy wife's son.

1:17:50 > 1:17:51TAPPING

1:17:56 > 1:17:58Well, look unto it.

1:17:58 > 1:17:59Come hither, Catesby.

1:18:00 > 1:18:04Rumour it abroad that Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick:

1:18:04 > 1:18:06I will take order for her keeping close.

1:18:10 > 1:18:12Look, how thou dream'st! I say again.

1:18:17 > 1:18:21Give out that Anne my Queen is sick and like to die.

1:18:25 > 1:18:27For it stands upon me

1:18:27 > 1:18:29To stop all hopes whose growth may damage me.

1:18:32 > 1:18:33About it.

1:18:46 > 1:18:48Is thy name Tyrell?

1:18:48 > 1:18:52James Tyrell, and your most obedient subject.

1:18:53 > 1:18:55Art thou, indeed?

1:18:55 > 1:18:56Prove me, my gracious lord.

1:19:00 > 1:19:02Darest thou resolve to kill a friend of mine?

1:19:02 > 1:19:05So please you. I'd rather kill two enemies.

1:19:07 > 1:19:09Why, then thou hast it:

1:19:09 > 1:19:12Two deep enemies,

1:19:12 > 1:19:14Foes to my unrest,

1:19:14 > 1:19:18My sweet sleep's disturbers

1:19:18 > 1:19:20Are they that I would have thee deal upon.

1:19:23 > 1:19:27Tyrell, I mean those bastards in the Tower.

1:19:29 > 1:19:32Let me have open means to come to them,

1:19:32 > 1:19:34And soon I'll rid you of the fear of them.

1:19:37 > 1:19:38Say it is done,

1:19:38 > 1:19:40And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it.

1:19:43 > 1:19:45I will dispatch it straight.

1:19:47 > 1:19:49TAPPING

1:19:56 > 1:19:59My lord, I have consider'd in my mind

1:19:59 > 1:20:01The late request that you did...

1:20:01 > 1:20:02Well, let that rest.

1:20:05 > 1:20:08My lord, I claim the gift, my due by promise,

1:20:08 > 1:20:11The earldom of Hereford and the moveables

1:20:11 > 1:20:13which you have promised I shall possess.

1:20:13 > 1:20:15Stanley, look to your wife.

1:20:15 > 1:20:20If she convey letters to Richmond, you shall answer it.

1:20:24 > 1:20:27What says your highness to my just demand?

1:20:29 > 1:20:31I do remember me

1:20:31 > 1:20:34Henry the Sixth did prophesy that Richmond should be King,

1:20:34 > 1:20:36when Richmond was a little peevish boy.

1:20:36 > 1:20:42A King, perhaps, perhaps.

1:20:44 > 1:20:47My lord, your promise for the earldom.

1:20:47 > 1:20:48Richmond!

1:20:48 > 1:20:50TAPPING

1:20:50 > 1:20:53When I was last at Exeter,

1:20:53 > 1:20:58The mayor in courtesy show'd me the castle,

1:20:58 > 1:21:00And call'd it Rougemont:

1:21:00 > 1:21:02At which name I started,

1:21:02 > 1:21:04Because a bard of Ireland told me once

1:21:04 > 1:21:07I should not live long after I saw Richmond.

1:21:10 > 1:21:11My lord!

1:21:11 > 1:21:13TAPPING STOPS

1:21:13 > 1:21:17I am not in the giving vein today.

1:21:38 > 1:21:39DOOR CLOSES

1:21:59 > 1:22:01TAPPING GETS LOUDER

1:22:20 > 1:22:22TAPPING CONTINUES

1:22:34 > 1:22:36My lord?

1:22:54 > 1:22:55Leave us.

1:23:00 > 1:23:02TAPPING CONTINUES

1:24:00 > 1:24:04MUFFLED CRIES AND BANGING

1:24:24 > 1:24:25RATTLING

1:24:26 > 1:24:28All hail for my sovereign lord!

1:24:28 > 1:24:30Kind Tyrell, am I happy by thy news?

1:24:30 > 1:24:32Brakenbury is burying them.

1:24:32 > 1:24:34HE EXHALES

1:24:34 > 1:24:36Come to me again, Tyrell, in the morning.

1:24:36 > 1:24:39Meantime, but think how I may do thee good.

1:24:42 > 1:24:43DOOR CLOSES

1:24:43 > 1:24:45Now, for I know the Breton Richmond aims

1:24:45 > 1:24:48At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter,

1:24:48 > 1:24:50And, by that knot, looks proudly at the crown,

1:24:50 > 1:24:54To her I'll go, a jolly thriving wooer.

1:24:54 > 1:24:57- My lord!- Good or bad news, that thou comest in so bluntly?

1:24:58 > 1:25:00Bad, my lord.

1:25:00 > 1:25:04The Bishop of Ely flies to France to join with Richmond's power there,

1:25:04 > 1:25:09And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welshmen,

1:25:09 > 1:25:12Takes to the field, and still his power increaseth.

1:25:12 > 1:25:15Ely with Richmond touches me more near

1:25:15 > 1:25:18Than Buckingham with his rash-levied strength.

1:25:18 > 1:25:20Go, muster men:

1:25:20 > 1:25:22My counsel is my shield.

1:25:22 > 1:25:25We must be brief when traitors brave the field.

1:25:28 > 1:25:29DOOR CLOSES

1:25:31 > 1:25:33HE CRIES OUT

1:25:41 > 1:25:42HE GASPS

1:25:42 > 1:25:43TAPPING

1:26:26 > 1:26:27Ah!

1:26:30 > 1:26:32My poor princes!

1:26:34 > 1:26:35SHE CRIES SOFTLY

1:26:35 > 1:26:38Ah, my tender babes!

1:26:40 > 1:26:46If yet your gentle souls fly in the air

1:26:46 > 1:26:50Hover about me with your airy wings!

1:26:52 > 1:26:56So many miseries have crazed my voice,

1:26:56 > 1:27:00That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute.

1:27:00 > 1:27:06Wilt thou, O God, fly from such gentle lambs,

1:27:06 > 1:27:09And throw them in the entrails of the wolf?

1:27:09 > 1:27:15Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal living ghost,

1:27:15 > 1:27:19Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth,

1:27:19 > 1:27:23Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood!

1:27:23 > 1:27:24O!

1:27:24 > 1:27:27Thou wouldst as soon afford a grave

1:27:27 > 1:27:29As thou canst yield a melancholy seat!

1:27:31 > 1:27:35O, who hath any cause to mourn but we?

1:27:37 > 1:27:38BRANCH SNAPS

1:27:55 > 1:27:59I call'd thee once poor shadow, painted Queen.

1:28:00 > 1:28:02Where is thy husband now?

1:28:02 > 1:28:03Where be thy brother?

1:28:03 > 1:28:06Where be the thronging troops that follow'd thee?

1:28:06 > 1:28:10Decline all this, and see what now thou art:

1:28:10 > 1:28:15For happy wife, a most distressed widow.

1:28:16 > 1:28:20For joyful mother, one that wails the name.

1:28:21 > 1:28:23O, thou didst prophesy the time would come

1:28:23 > 1:28:26That I should wish for thee to help me curse

1:28:26 > 1:28:31That bottled spider, that foul bunchbacked toad!

1:28:31 > 1:28:34I had a husband till a Richard kill'd him.

1:28:34 > 1:28:37Thou hadst two sons till a Richard kill'd them.

1:28:37 > 1:28:40I had a husband, and thou didst kill him.

1:28:41 > 1:28:43I had an Edmund too, and thou didst kill him.

1:28:43 > 1:28:47Thou hadst a Clarence too, and Richard kill'd him.

1:28:47 > 1:28:50From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept

1:28:50 > 1:28:53A hell-hound that doth hunt us all to death.

1:28:53 > 1:28:57O, Harry's wife, triumph not in my woes!

1:28:58 > 1:29:01God witness, I have wept enough for thee.

1:29:10 > 1:29:11Bear with me.

1:29:12 > 1:29:19I am hungry for revenge,

1:29:21 > 1:29:27Clarence, Hastings, Rivers, Grey, and Anne,

1:29:27 > 1:29:32Untimely smother'd in their dusky graves.

1:29:32 > 1:29:39Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer.

1:29:39 > 1:29:43Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray,

1:29:43 > 1:29:48That I may live and say,

1:29:48 > 1:29:52The dog is dead!

1:29:55 > 1:30:01O, thou well skill'd in curses, stay awhile,

1:30:01 > 1:30:04And teach me how to curse mine enemies!

1:30:06 > 1:30:10Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days.

1:30:10 > 1:30:14Compare dead happiness with living woe.

1:30:15 > 1:30:19Think that thy babes were sweeter than they were,

1:30:19 > 1:30:24And he that slew them fouler than he is:

1:30:24 > 1:30:29Revolving this will teach thee how to curse.

1:30:29 > 1:30:31My words are dull.

1:30:32 > 1:30:34O, quicken them with thine!

1:30:34 > 1:30:37Thy woes will make them sharp, and pierce like mine.

1:30:37 > 1:30:40If so, then be not tongue-tied: go with me.

1:30:40 > 1:30:43And with the breath of bitter words let's smother

1:30:43 > 1:30:48My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd.

1:31:14 > 1:31:17FLY BUZZES

1:31:20 > 1:31:22Most mighty sovereign,

1:31:22 > 1:31:25On the western coast rideth the puissant navy to our shores.

1:31:25 > 1:31:27'Tis thought that Richmond is their admiral,

1:31:27 > 1:31:29And there they hull, expecting but the aid

1:31:29 > 1:31:32Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore.

1:31:32 > 1:31:35Some light-footed friend post to the Duke of Norfolk:

1:31:35 > 1:31:37Ratcliffe, thyself, or Catesby.

1:31:37 > 1:31:40Catesby! Fly to the Duke. Ratcliffe, come hither.

1:31:40 > 1:31:41Post to Salisbury

1:31:41 > 1:31:43And when thou comest thither...

1:31:45 > 1:31:46Unmindful villain,

1:31:46 > 1:31:49Why stand'st thou here, and go'st not to the Duke?

1:31:53 > 1:31:55Tell me what your highness' pleasure is.

1:31:55 > 1:31:58What would you have me deliver to the Duke?

1:31:58 > 1:31:59Bid him straight to levy

1:31:59 > 1:32:02The greatest strength and power he can make,

1:32:02 > 1:32:04And meet me suddenly at Salisbury.

1:32:04 > 1:32:05I go.

1:32:05 > 1:32:08What shall it please you shall I do at Salisbury?

1:32:08 > 1:32:11Why, what wouldst thou there before I go?

1:32:11 > 1:32:14Your highness told me I should post before.

1:32:14 > 1:32:15My mind is changed.

1:32:17 > 1:32:19Stanley, what's the news with you?

1:32:19 > 1:32:21Richmond is on the seas.

1:32:21 > 1:32:24He makes for England, here to claim the crown.

1:32:27 > 1:32:28HE ROARS

1:32:30 > 1:32:34Is the chair empty? Is the sword unsway'd?

1:32:34 > 1:32:39Is the King dead? The empire unpossess'd?

1:32:41 > 1:32:46What heir of York is there alive but we?

1:32:46 > 1:32:49And who is England's King but great York's heir?

1:32:49 > 1:32:53Then tell me, what makes he upon the seas?

1:32:54 > 1:32:57Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess.

1:33:01 > 1:33:05Thou wilt revolt and fly to him, I fear.

1:33:05 > 1:33:07He is thy step-son.

1:33:07 > 1:33:10No, my good lord, therefore mistrust me not.

1:33:10 > 1:33:12Where is thine army, then, to beat him back?

1:33:12 > 1:33:13Are they now upon the western shore

1:33:13 > 1:33:16Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships?

1:33:16 > 1:33:18No, my good lord, my friends are in the north.

1:33:18 > 1:33:20Cold friends to me: What do they in the north,

1:33:20 > 1:33:23When they should serve their sovereign in the west?

1:33:23 > 1:33:25They have not been commanded, mighty King.

1:33:25 > 1:33:27Pleaseth Your Majesty to give me leave,

1:33:27 > 1:33:30I'll muster up my friends, and meet your grace

1:33:30 > 1:33:33Where and what time Your Majesty shall please.

1:33:33 > 1:33:36Ay, ay.

1:33:36 > 1:33:40Thou wouldst be gone to join with Richmond.

1:33:41 > 1:33:43But I'll not trust thee.

1:33:44 > 1:33:46Most mighty sovereign,

1:33:46 > 1:33:49You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful:

1:33:49 > 1:33:52I never was nor never will be false.

1:33:56 > 1:33:57Go, then, and muster men.

1:33:59 > 1:34:02But leave behind your son, George Stanley.

1:34:05 > 1:34:08Look your heart be firm.

1:34:08 > 1:34:11Or else his head's assurance is but frail.

1:34:12 > 1:34:15So deal with him as I prove true to you.

1:34:33 > 1:34:36My liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken.

1:34:36 > 1:34:38That is the best news:

1:34:38 > 1:34:39That the Earl of Richmond

1:34:39 > 1:34:41Is with a mighty power landed at Milford

1:34:41 > 1:34:44Is colder tidings, yet they must be told.

1:34:48 > 1:34:50Away. Away!

1:34:50 > 1:34:52While we reason here,

1:34:52 > 1:34:54A royal battle might be won and lost.

1:35:57 > 1:35:58Halt!

1:36:08 > 1:36:11Who intercepts me in my expedition?

1:36:11 > 1:36:14O, she that should have intercepted thee,

1:36:14 > 1:36:17By strangling thee in her accursed womb

1:36:17 > 1:36:21From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done!

1:36:21 > 1:36:25Tell me, thou villain slave, where are my children?

1:36:25 > 1:36:28Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brother Clarence?

1:36:28 > 1:36:31Where are the gentle Rivers, the sweet Grey?

1:36:31 > 1:36:33Where is kind Hastings?

1:36:33 > 1:36:36A husband and a son thou owest to me.

1:36:36 > 1:36:37Strike!

1:36:37 > 1:36:39Strike alarum, drums!

1:36:39 > 1:36:43Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women.

1:36:43 > 1:36:44LAUGHTER

1:36:44 > 1:36:46Strike, I say!

1:36:46 > 1:36:47Art thou my son?

1:36:47 > 1:36:52Ay, I thank God, my father, and yourself.

1:36:52 > 1:36:54- O, let me speak! - Do, then: but I'll not listen.

1:36:54 > 1:36:56I will be mild and gentle in my words.

1:36:56 > 1:36:59And brief, good mother, for I am in haste.

1:36:59 > 1:37:01Art thou so hasty?

1:37:01 > 1:37:03I have stay'd for thee,

1:37:03 > 1:37:04God knows,

1:37:04 > 1:37:06In torment and in agony.

1:37:13 > 1:37:15Thou camest on Earth to make the Earth my hell.

1:37:17 > 1:37:20A grievous burden was thy birth to me.

1:37:20 > 1:37:23Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy.

1:37:23 > 1:37:27Thy school-days frightful, desperate, wild, and furious,

1:37:27 > 1:37:32Thy prime of manhood daring, bold, and venturous,

1:37:32 > 1:37:37Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly and bloody,

1:37:37 > 1:37:43More mild, and yet more harmful, kind in hatred.

1:37:44 > 1:37:47What comfortable hour canst thou name,

1:37:47 > 1:37:50That ever graced me with thy company?

1:37:52 > 1:37:54If I be so disgracious in your eye,

1:37:54 > 1:37:57Let me march on, and not offend you, madam.

1:37:58 > 1:38:01Strike up the drum!

1:38:01 > 1:38:03I prithee, hear me speak.

1:38:03 > 1:38:05You speak too bitterly.

1:38:05 > 1:38:07Hear me a word,

1:38:07 > 1:38:10For I shall never speak to thee again.

1:38:10 > 1:38:11DRUMS

1:38:15 > 1:38:17DRUMS STOP

1:38:20 > 1:38:24Either thou wilt die by God's just ordinance,

1:38:24 > 1:38:26Ere from this battle thou return conqueror,

1:38:26 > 1:38:29Or I with grief shall perish

1:38:29 > 1:38:31And nevermore behold thy face again.

1:38:32 > 1:38:37Therefore take with thee my most grievous curse

1:38:37 > 1:38:40Which, in the day of battle, tire thee more

1:38:40 > 1:38:43Than all the complete armour that thou wear'st!

1:38:45 > 1:38:49My prayers on the adverse party fight,

1:38:49 > 1:38:52And there the little souls of Edward's children

1:38:52 > 1:38:55Whisper the spirits of thine enemies

1:38:55 > 1:38:58And promise them success and victory.

1:38:59 > 1:39:04Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end.

1:39:04 > 1:39:08Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.

1:39:15 > 1:39:18Though far more cause, yet much less spirit to curse

1:39:18 > 1:39:21Abides in me, I say amen to her.

1:39:23 > 1:39:24Stay, madam.

1:39:26 > 1:39:28I must talk a word with you.

1:39:32 > 1:39:33HE STRAINS

1:39:41 > 1:39:44You have a daughter call'd Elizabeth,

1:39:44 > 1:39:48Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.

1:39:48 > 1:39:50And must she die for this?

1:39:52 > 1:39:53O, let her live,

1:39:53 > 1:39:56And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty

1:39:56 > 1:39:59So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter.

1:39:59 > 1:40:01I will confess she was not Edward's daughter.

1:40:01 > 1:40:05Her life is safest only in her birth.

1:40:05 > 1:40:07And only in that safety died her brothers.

1:40:08 > 1:40:12You speak as if that I had slain my cousins.

1:40:12 > 1:40:13Cousins, indeed.

1:40:13 > 1:40:17And by their uncle cozened of comfort, kingdom,

1:40:17 > 1:40:20Kindred, freedom, life.

1:40:22 > 1:40:27Madam, know that from my soul I love thy daughter

1:40:27 > 1:40:31And do intend to make her Queen of England.

1:40:32 > 1:40:34Well, then, who doth thou mean shall be her King?

1:40:34 > 1:40:37Even he that makes her Queen, who else should be?

1:40:37 > 1:40:38- What, thou?- Even so.

1:40:38 > 1:40:40How think you of it?

1:40:40 > 1:40:41How canst thou woo her?

1:40:41 > 1:40:43That would I learn of you,

1:40:43 > 1:40:45As one that are best acquainted with her humour.

1:40:45 > 1:40:47What were I best to say?

1:40:47 > 1:40:51Her father's brother would be her lord? Or shall I say her uncle?

1:40:51 > 1:40:54Or he that slew her brothers and her uncles?

1:40:54 > 1:40:57But in your daughter's womb, I bury them.

1:40:58 > 1:41:02Wherein that nest of spicery they will breed selves of themselves

1:41:02 > 1:41:03To your recomforture.

1:41:03 > 1:41:07Under what title shall I woo for thee?

1:41:07 > 1:41:11That God, the law, my honour and her love,

1:41:11 > 1:41:13Can make seem pleasing to her tender years?

1:41:13 > 1:41:16Say, she shall be a high and mighty Queen.

1:41:16 > 1:41:18To wail the title, as her mother doth.

1:41:18 > 1:41:21- I swear... - What canst thou swear by now?

1:41:21 > 1:41:23God and fortune bar me happy hours!

1:41:23 > 1:41:26Day, yield me not thy light, nor, night, thy rest!

1:41:26 > 1:41:29Be opposite all planets of good luck to my proceedings if,

1:41:29 > 1:41:30With dear heart's love,

1:41:30 > 1:41:33I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter!

1:41:36 > 1:41:41In her consists my happiness and thine.

1:41:43 > 1:41:47Without her follows to myself and thee,

1:41:47 > 1:41:52Death, desolation, ruin and decay.

1:41:54 > 1:41:56It cannot be avoided but by this.

1:41:57 > 1:42:00It will not be avoided but by this.

1:42:05 > 1:42:07Look, what is done cannot be now amended.

1:42:07 > 1:42:10If I did take the kingdom from your sons,

1:42:10 > 1:42:12To make amends I'll give it to your daughter.

1:42:12 > 1:42:15Therefore, dear mother,

1:42:15 > 1:42:17I must call you so.

1:42:19 > 1:42:21Be the attorney of my love to her,

1:42:21 > 1:42:23Plead what I will be, not what I have been.

1:42:28 > 1:42:31Shall I be tempted of the devil thus?

1:42:31 > 1:42:33Ay, if the devil tempt you to do good.

1:42:37 > 1:42:39I go.

1:42:39 > 1:42:41Write to me very shortly,

1:42:41 > 1:42:44And you shall understand from me her mind.

1:42:45 > 1:42:47Bear my true love's kiss.

1:42:55 > 1:42:56And so farewell.

1:42:59 > 1:43:02Relenting fool,

1:43:02 > 1:43:04Shallow, changing woman!

1:43:07 > 1:43:08Your Majesty.

1:43:20 > 1:43:23- Majesty. - HE GASPS

1:43:23 > 1:43:25Strike alarums, drums!

1:43:46 > 1:43:49Gentle Blunt, tell Richmond this from me,

1:43:49 > 1:43:52That in the sty of this most deadly boar

1:43:52 > 1:43:56My son George Stanley is franked up in hold.

1:43:56 > 1:43:59If I revolt, off goes young George's head.

1:43:59 > 1:44:01The fear of that holds off my present aid.

1:44:03 > 1:44:06So get thee gone. Commend me to thy holy lord.

1:44:06 > 1:44:11Withal say, the Queen hath heartly consented that he should espouse

1:44:11 > 1:44:12Elizabeth her daughter.

1:44:12 > 1:44:15But tell me, where is princely Richmond now?

1:44:15 > 1:44:18At Pembroke in Wales, and towards Bosworth does he bend his power,

1:44:18 > 1:44:20If by the way they be not fought withal.

1:44:20 > 1:44:23Well, hie thee to thy lord. I kiss his hand.

1:44:23 > 1:44:25My letter will resolve him of my mind.

1:44:27 > 1:44:29Farewell.

1:45:27 > 1:45:30Will not King Richard let me speak with him?

1:45:30 > 1:45:32- FROM WITHOUT:- No, my good lord.

1:45:34 > 1:45:35Therefore, be patient.

1:45:37 > 1:45:40This is All-Souls' Day, Catesby, is it not?

1:45:40 > 1:45:41It is.

1:45:43 > 1:45:47Why, then All-Souls' Day is my body's doomsday.

1:45:49 > 1:45:52Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck,

1:45:52 > 1:45:57"When he," quoth she, "shall split thy heart with sorrow!"

1:46:00 > 1:46:03Come, Catesby, lead me to the block of shame.

1:46:05 > 1:46:12Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.

1:46:13 > 1:46:15Lead on, executioner.

1:46:31 > 1:46:33CHATTER OF SOLDIERS

1:46:47 > 1:46:50The weary sun hath made a golden set,

1:46:50 > 1:46:52And by the bright track of his fiery car

1:46:52 > 1:46:54Gives token of a goodly day tomorrow.

1:46:56 > 1:46:58Where is Lord Stanley quartered, do you know?

1:46:58 > 1:47:00His regiment lies half a mile at least south

1:47:00 > 1:47:02From the mighty power of the King's camp.

1:47:04 > 1:47:06Sweet Blunt.

1:47:06 > 1:47:08Make some good means to speak with him

1:47:08 > 1:47:10And give him from me this most needful note.

1:47:10 > 1:47:14Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it.

1:47:14 > 1:47:16Goodnight, good Captain Blunt.

1:47:19 > 1:47:23Come, gentlemen, let us consult upon tomorrow's business.

1:47:23 > 1:47:25Into my tent. The dew is raw and cold.

1:47:27 > 1:47:28TAPPING

1:47:37 > 1:47:38I will not sup tonight.

1:47:40 > 1:47:41Fill me a bowl of wine.

1:47:43 > 1:47:45TAPPING AGAIN, FASTER

1:47:45 > 1:47:49Is my visor easier than it was? Is all my armour laid into my tent?

1:47:49 > 1:47:51It is, my liege, and all things are in readiness.

1:48:00 > 1:48:02Fortune and victory sit on thy helm!

1:48:07 > 1:48:09All comfort that the dark night can afford

1:48:09 > 1:48:12Be to thy person, noble father-in-law!

1:48:12 > 1:48:15In brief, for so the season bids us be,

1:48:15 > 1:48:17Prepare thy battle early in the morning.

1:48:17 > 1:48:19With best advantage I'll deceive the time,

1:48:19 > 1:48:22And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms.

1:48:22 > 1:48:25But on thy side I may not be too forward

1:48:25 > 1:48:29Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George,

1:48:29 > 1:48:32Be executed in his father's sight.

1:48:32 > 1:48:35Radcliff, send out a messenger to Stanley's regiment:

1:48:35 > 1:48:37Bid him bring his power

1:48:37 > 1:48:40Before sunrising, lest his son George fall

1:48:40 > 1:48:43Into the blind cave of eternal night.

1:48:44 > 1:48:47O thou, whose captain I account myself,

1:48:49 > 1:48:52Look on my forces with a gracious eye.

1:48:52 > 1:48:54Make us thy ministers of chastisement

1:48:54 > 1:48:56That we may praise thee in the victory!

1:48:58 > 1:49:01To thee I do commend my watchful soul.

1:49:28 > 1:49:30DISCOMFORTED GRUMBLES

1:49:37 > 1:49:39HE STARTS, GASPING

1:49:40 > 1:49:43When I was mortal,

1:49:43 > 1:49:49My anointed body by thee was punched full of deadly holes.

1:49:51 > 1:49:57Harry the Sixth bids thee despair, and die!

1:50:22 > 1:50:27Poor George Clarence, by thee betrayed to death.

1:50:29 > 1:50:32Tomorrow in the battle think on me,

1:50:32 > 1:50:35And fall thy edgeless sword.

1:50:37 > 1:50:42Despair, and die!

1:50:42 > 1:50:44HE MOANS

1:50:49 > 1:50:51The first was I that helped thee to the crown.

1:50:54 > 1:50:57The last was I that felt thy tyranny.

1:50:57 > 1:51:02Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death;

1:51:02 > 1:51:08Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath!

1:51:10 > 1:51:13Richard, thy wife,

1:51:13 > 1:51:14HE CRIES OUT

1:51:14 > 1:51:17That wretched Anne, thy wife,

1:51:19 > 1:51:22Never slept a quiet hour with thee,

1:51:22 > 1:51:26Now fills thy sleep with perturbations.

1:51:26 > 1:51:30Tomorrow in the battle, think on me.

1:51:30 > 1:51:33Despair and die.

1:51:33 > 1:51:34HE SHOUTS OUT

1:51:37 > 1:51:41- THE PRINCES BOTH:- Dream on thy cousins smothered in the Tower.

1:51:41 > 1:51:44Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,

1:51:44 > 1:51:48And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death!

1:51:48 > 1:51:53Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair and die!

1:51:53 > 1:51:55HIS CRIES ECHO

1:52:08 > 1:52:11HE SHOUTS, THEY LAUGH

1:52:11 > 1:52:13Jesu!

1:52:13 > 1:52:16HIS PANTING SLOWS

1:52:24 > 1:52:30O, coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!

1:52:32 > 1:52:36Cold, fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.

1:52:39 > 1:52:41What do I fear? Myself?

1:52:42 > 1:52:47There's none else by. Is there a murderer here? No.

1:52:50 > 1:52:52Yes.

1:52:54 > 1:52:55I am.

1:53:00 > 1:53:05My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,

1:53:05 > 1:53:09And every tongue brings in a several tale,

1:53:09 > 1:53:13And every tale condemns me for a villain.

1:53:27 > 1:53:29BROKEN WHISPER: I shall despair.

1:53:33 > 1:53:35There is no creature loves me!

1:53:37 > 1:53:42And if I die, no soul will pity me.

1:53:43 > 1:53:46And wherefore should they?

1:53:46 > 1:53:52Since I myself find in myself no pity to myself.

1:53:54 > 1:53:55My lord?

1:53:55 > 1:53:58Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.

1:53:58 > 1:54:02Catesby, I have dreamed a fearful dream!

1:54:05 > 1:54:08- Will our friends prove all true? - No doubt, my lord.

1:54:10 > 1:54:12O, by the apostle Paul, shadows to-night

1:54:12 > 1:54:14Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard

1:54:14 > 1:54:17Than can the presence of 10,000 soldiers.

1:54:28 > 1:54:30HE GRUNTS

1:54:36 > 1:54:39It is not yet near day.

1:54:39 > 1:54:40Come, armour me.

1:54:53 > 1:54:54How have you slept, my lord?

1:54:54 > 1:54:56The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding dreams

1:54:56 > 1:54:58That ever entered in a drowsy head.

1:54:58 > 1:55:00How far into the morning is it?

1:55:00 > 1:55:02Upon the stroke of four.

1:55:02 > 1:55:04Then 'tis time to arm and give direction.

1:55:07 > 1:55:10HORNS GIVE THEIR SUMMONS

1:55:13 > 1:55:14Come, Radcliff, bustle!

1:55:14 > 1:55:16Caparison my horse!

1:55:16 > 1:55:18I will lead my men forth unto the plains.

1:55:35 > 1:55:39Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge.

1:55:40 > 1:55:44Our strong arms be our conscience,

1:55:44 > 1:55:46Our swords our law.

1:55:46 > 1:55:48Remember whom you are to cope withal.

1:55:50 > 1:55:55A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways.

1:55:55 > 1:56:00A scum of Bretons, and base lackey peasants.

1:56:00 > 1:56:04Loving countrymen, remember this.

1:56:05 > 1:56:09If you do swear to put a tyrant down,

1:56:09 > 1:56:12You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain.

1:56:12 > 1:56:16And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow,

1:56:16 > 1:56:21Long kept in Bretagne at our brother's cost. A milk-sop!

1:56:21 > 1:56:25If you do free your children from the sword,

1:56:25 > 1:56:27Your children's children requite it in your age.

1:56:27 > 1:56:29One who never in his life

1:56:29 > 1:56:33Felt so much cold as o'er shoes in snow?

1:56:33 > 1:56:36Let's whip these stragglers o'er seas again.

1:56:36 > 1:56:40In the name of God and all these rights...

1:56:40 > 1:56:43- Shall we let them enjoy our lands? ALL:- Nay!

1:56:43 > 1:56:45- Lay with our wives? ALL:- Nay!

1:56:45 > 1:56:47Ravage our daughters?

1:56:47 > 1:56:49Draw your willing swords...

1:56:49 > 1:56:50HORSES NEIGH

1:56:52 > 1:56:53For if we thrive,

1:56:53 > 1:56:57The gain of our attempt the least of you shall share his part thereof.

1:56:58 > 1:57:02Advance our standards! Set upon our foes!

1:57:02 > 1:57:06Sound drums and trumpets, boldly and cheerfully.

1:57:06 > 1:57:08God and St George!

1:57:08 > 1:57:11Richmond and victory!

1:57:11 > 1:57:13CHEERING AND NEIGHS

1:57:13 > 1:57:15Let us to it pell-mell!

1:57:15 > 1:57:19If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell!

1:57:19 > 1:57:21CRIES OF WARRIORS

1:57:21 > 1:57:23CLASH OF STEEL ON STEEL

1:57:44 > 1:57:46SCREAMS OF THE DYING

1:58:38 > 1:58:39AGONISED CRY

1:58:56 > 1:58:58HORSE SQUEALS

1:59:15 > 1:59:16RICHARD GROANS

1:59:19 > 1:59:22Rescue! Rescue, rescue!

1:59:22 > 1:59:25The King's horse is slain!

1:59:26 > 1:59:28Rescue, else the day is lost!

1:59:32 > 1:59:36A horse, a horse!

1:59:36 > 1:59:39My kingdom for a horse!

1:59:39 > 1:59:42Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse.

1:59:42 > 1:59:44Slave!

1:59:44 > 1:59:46RICHARD GROANS

1:59:48 > 1:59:52I think there be six Richmonds in the field.

1:59:52 > 1:59:56Five have I slain today instead of him.

1:59:57 > 2:00:00A horse, a horse!

2:00:00 > 2:00:03My kingdom for a horse!

2:00:05 > 2:00:07Your arm, my lord.

2:00:11 > 2:00:12Catesby!

2:01:17 > 2:01:19METALLIC SQUISH OF PIERCING BLADE

2:01:29 > 2:01:31HIS BREATH HISSES OUT

2:02:24 > 2:02:28God and your arms be praised.

2:02:31 > 2:02:35Victorious friends, the day is ours.

2:02:37 > 2:02:38The bloody dog is dead.

2:02:42 > 2:02:43Courageous Richmond.

2:02:49 > 2:02:51Well hast thou acquit thee.

2:02:53 > 2:02:57But tell me, is young George Stanley living?

2:03:13 > 2:03:14Father!

2:03:16 > 2:03:20Great God of Heaven, say amen to all!

2:03:20 > 2:03:21ALL: Amen.

2:03:33 > 2:03:34My brother Henry.

2:03:40 > 2:03:45Oh, here this long-usurped royalty.

2:03:48 > 2:03:53Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it.

2:03:58 > 2:04:01Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled

2:04:01 > 2:04:03That in submission will return to us.

2:04:04 > 2:04:09And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament,

2:04:09 > 2:04:12We will unite the white rose and the red.

2:04:44 > 2:04:49God save King Henry, seventh of that name.

2:04:49 > 2:04:51- ALL:- God save the King.

2:05:03 > 2:05:08England hath long been mad and scarred herself.

2:05:10 > 2:05:13The brother blindly shed the brother's blood.

2:05:15 > 2:05:19The son, compelled, been butcher to the sire.

2:05:21 > 2:05:27All this divided York and Lancaster, divided in their dire division.

2:05:32 > 2:05:38O, now let Richmond and Elizabeth,

2:05:38 > 2:05:42The true succeeders of each royal house,

2:05:42 > 2:05:44By God's fair ordinance conjoin together.

2:05:47 > 2:05:50Now civil wounds are stopped, peace lives again.

2:05:52 > 2:05:57That she may long live here, God say amen.

2:05:58 > 2:06:00ALL: Amen.