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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

Richard III
[I, 2]

Lady Anne

217

What, do you tremble? are you all afraid?
Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal,
And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.
Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell!
Thou hadst but power over his mortal body,
His soul thou canst not have; therefore be gone.

2

Richard III
[I, 2]

Lady Anne

258

Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canst make
No excuse current, but to hang thyself.

3

Richard III
[I, 4]

First Murderer

1036

How canst thou urge God's dreadful law to us,
When thou hast broke it in so dear degree?

4

Richard III
[III, 2]

Lord Hastings

1824

I'll have this crown of mine cut from my shoulders
Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced.
But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it?

5

Richard III
[III, 5]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

2069

Come, cousin, canst thou quake, and change thy colour,
Murder thy breath in the middle of a word,
And then begin again, and stop again,
As if thou wert distraught and mad with terror?

6

Richard III
[IV, 4]

Queen Elizabeth

2824

O, that thou wouldst as well afford a grave
As thou canst yield a melancholy seat!
Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here.
O, who hath any cause to mourn but I?

7

Richard III
[IV, 4]

Duchess of York

2964

No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it well,
Thou camest on earth to make the earth my hell.
A grievous burthen was thy birth to me;
Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy;
Thy school-days frightful, desperate, wild, and furious,
Thy prime of manhood daring, bold, and venturous,
Thy age confirm'd, proud, subdued, bloody,
treacherous,
More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred:
What comfortable hour canst thou name,
That ever graced me in thy company?

8

Richard III
[IV, 4]

Queen Elizabeth

3049

Flatter my sorrows with report of it;
Tell me what state, what dignity, what honour,
Canst thou demise to any child of mine?

9

Richard III
[IV, 4]

Queen Elizabeth

3072

How canst thou woo her?

10

Richard III
[IV, 4]

Queen Elizabeth

3189

God's wrong is most of all.
If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by Him,
The unity the king thy brother made
Had not been broken, nor my brother slain:
If thou hadst fear'd 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?