Richard III

by: William Shakespeare

  Act 1 Scene 3

page Act 1 Scene 3 Page 13

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BUCKINGHAM

Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity.

BUCKINGHAM

Stop—if you can’t be kind, at least have some shame.

QUEEN MARGARET

Urge neither charity nor shame to me.
(addressing the others)
280Uncharitably with me have you dealt,
And shamefully my hopes by you are butchered.
My charity is outrage, life my shame,
And in that shame still live my sorrows' rage.

QUEEN MARGARET

How dare you talk about kindness or shame. (to the others) You have only been unkind to me, and you have shamefully butchered my hopes. My kindness to you is to be outraged at what has happened, and my sad, sad shame is in what you have done to my life.

BUCKINGHAM

Have done, have done.

BUCKINGHAM

Enough, enough.

QUEEN MARGARET

285O princely Buckingham, I’ll kiss thy hand
In sign of league and amity with thee.
Now fair befall thee and thy noble house!
Thy garments are not spotted with our blood,
Nor thou within the compass of my curse.

QUEEN MARGARET

Oh noble Buckingham, I’ll kiss your hand to show my friendship and support for you. I wish only good things upon you and your noble family! Your clothes aren’t spattered with my family’s blood, and you aren’t affected by my curse.

BUCKINGHAM

290Nor no one here, for curses never pass
The lips of those that breathe them in the air.

BUCKINGHAM

No one here is affected by your curse, because curses are just words with no power.

QUEEN MARGARET

I will not think but they ascend the sky,
And there awake God’s gentle-sleeping peace.
(aside to BUCKINGHAM)
295O Buckingham, take heed of yonder dog!
Look when he fawns, he bites; and when he bites,
His venom tooth will rankle to the death.
Have not to do with him. Beware of him.
Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him,
300And all their ministers attend on him.

QUEEN MARGARET

I think they rise up to heaven and arouse God from his gentle sleep. (so that only BUCKINGHAM hears) Oh Buckingham, watch out for that dog, Richard! When he seems to be fawning on you, he’s actually about to bite. And his poisonous bite kills. Have nothing to do with him. Beware of him. All the powers of sin, death, and hell are doing his bidding.

RICHARD

What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham?

RICHARD

What is she saying, my lord?

BUCKINGHAM

Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.

BUCKINGHAM

Nothing that interests me, my good lord.