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Richard III
[I, 1]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

151

Go you before, and I will follow you.
[Exit HASTINGS]
He cannot live, I hope; and must not die
Till George be pack'd with post-horse up to heaven.
I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence,
With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments;
And, if I fall not in my deep intent,
Clarence hath not another day to live:
Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy,
And leave the world for me to bustle in!
For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter.
What though I kill'd her husband and her father?
The readiest way to make the wench amends
Is to become her husband and her father:
The which will I; not all so much for love
As for another secret close intent,
By marrying her which I must reach unto.
But yet I run before my horse to market:
Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives and reigns:
When they are gone, then must I count my gains.

2

Richard III
[I, 3]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

555

She may, Lord Rivers! why, who knows not so?
She may do more, sir, than denying that:
She may help you to many fair preferments,
And then deny her aiding hand therein,
And lay those honours on your high deserts.
What may she not? She may, yea, marry, may she—

3

Richard III
[I, 3]

Lord (Earl) Rivers

561

What, marry, may she?

4

Richard III
[I, 3]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

562

What, marry, may she! marry with a king,
A bachelor, a handsome stripling too:
I wis your grandam had a worser match.

5

Richard III
[I, 3]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

728

Good counsel, marry: learn it, learn it, marquess.

6

Richard III
[I, 3]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

778

But you have all the vantage of her wrong.
I was too hot to do somebody good,
That is too cold in thinking of it now.
Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid,
He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains
God pardon them that are the cause of it!

7

Richard III
[II, 2]

Duke of Buckingham

1397

Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude,
The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out,
Which would be so much the more dangerous
By how much the estate is green and yet ungovern'd:
Where every horse bears his commanding rein,
And may direct his course as please himself,
As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent,
In my opinion, ought to be prevented.

8

Richard III
[II, 3]

Second Citizen

1479

Marry, we were sent for to the justices.

9

Richard III
[II, 4]

Duke of York

1511

Marry, they say my uncle grew so fast
That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old
'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth.
Grandam, this would have been a biting jest.

10

Richard III
[III, 1]

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)

1717

Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost:
My grandam told me he was murdered there.

11

Richard III
[III, 4]

John Morton

1986

Marry, and will, my lord, with all my heart.

12

Richard III
[III, 4]

Lord Hastings

2012

Marry, that with no man here he is offended;
For, were he, he had shown it in his looks.

13

Richard III
[III, 7]

Lord Mayor of London

2287

Marry, God forbid his grace should say us nay!

14

Richard III
[IV, 2]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

2641

Rumour it abroad
That Anne, my wife, is sick and like to die:
I will take order for her keeping close.
Inquire me out some mean-born gentleman,
Whom I will marry straight to Clarence' daughter:
The boy is foolish, and I fear not him.
Look, how thou dream'st! I say again, give out
That Anne my wife is sick and like to die:
About it; for it stands me much upon,
To stop all hopes whose growth may damage me.
[Exit CATESBY]
I must be married to my brother's daughter,
Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glass.
Murder her brothers, and then marry her!
Uncertain way of gain! But I am in
So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin:
Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.
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Is thy name Tyrrel?