Richard III

by: William Shakespeare

Act I, scene iii

1

Edward thy son, that now is Prince of Wales, For Edward our son, that was Prince of Wales, Die in his youth by like untimely violence. Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen, Outlive thy glory, like my wretched self. Long mayst thou live to wail thy children’s death And see another, as I see thee now, Decked in thy rights, as thou art stalled in mine. (Act I, Scene iii, lines 201–208)

2

Your aerie buildeth in our aerie’s nest. O God, that seest it, do not suffer it! As it was won with blood, lost be it so. (Act I, Scene iii, lines 274–276)

3

What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel, And soothe the devil that I warn thee from? O, but remember this another day, When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow, And say poor Margaret was a prophetess.— Live each of you the subjects to his hate, And he to yours, and all of you to God’s. (Act I, Scene iii, lines 303–309)