King Richard III
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William Shakespeare
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Book by Shakespeare WilliamRang parmi les ventes Amazon: #251177 dans LivresMarque: Brand: Cambridge University PressPublié le: 1999-12-02Langue d'origine: AnglaisNombre d'articles: 1Dimensions: 8.98" h x .63" l x 5.98" L, .85 livres Reliure: Broché240 pagesExtraitChapter 1list of partsRICHARD, Duke of Gloucester, later King RICHARD IIIDuke of CLARENCE, his brotherDuke of BUCKINGHAMLord HASTINGS, the Lord ChamberlainSir William CATESBYSir Richard RATCLIFFELord LOVELLBRACKENBURY, Lord Lieutenant of the TowerLord Stanley, Earl of DERBY (sometimes addressed as Derby and sometimes as Stanley, here given speech prefix Derby)KING EDWARD IV, Gloucester's older brotherQUEEN ELIZABETH, his wifePRINCE EDWARD, their older sonDuke of YORK, their younger sonLord RIVERS, Elizabeth's brotherLord GREY, Elizabeth's son by her first husbandMarquis of DORSET, his brotherSir Thomas VAUGHANLady ANNE, Widow of Edward, Prince of Wales, later Duchess of GloucesterQUEEN MARGARET, widow ofHenry VIDUCHESS OF YORK, mother to Gloucester, Clarence, Edward IVBOY Clarence'sDAUGHTER childrenEarl of RICHMOND, later King Henry VIIEarl of OXFORDSir JAMES BLUNTSir WALTER HERBERTSir WILLIAM BRANDONDuke of NORFOLKEarl of SURREYCARDINAL, Archbishop ofCanterburyARCHBISHOP OF YORKBISHOP OF ELYSIR CHRISTOPHER, a priestSir John, a PRIESTLord MAYOR of LondonThree CITIZENSJAMES TYRRELLTwo MURDERERSMESSENGERSKEEPERPURSUIVANTPAGEGhost of KING HENRY VIGhost of EDWARD, his sonTwo Bishops, Soldiers,Halberdiers, Gentlemen, Lords, Citizens, AttendantsAct 1 Scene 1 running scene 1Enter Richard, Duke of Gloucester, solusRICHARD Now is the winter of our discontentMade glorious summer by this son of York:And all the clouds that loured upon our houseIn the deep bosom of the ocean buried.Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,Our bruisèd arms hung up for monuments,Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front,And now, instead of mounting barbèd steedsTo fright the souls of fearful adversaries,He capers nimbly in a lady's chamberTo the lascivious pleasing of a lute.But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass:I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majestyTo strut before a wanton ambling nymph:I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,Deformed, unfinished, sent before my timeInto this breathing world, scarce half made up,And that so lamely and unfashionableThat dogs bark at me as I halt by them -Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,Have no delight to pass away the time,Unless to see my shadow in the sunAnd descant on mine own deformity.And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,To entertain these fair well-spoken days,I am determinèd to prove a villainAnd hate the idle pleasures of these days.Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,To set my brother Clarence and the kingIn deadly hate the one against the other.And if King Edward be as true and justAs I am subtle, false and treacherous,This day should Clarence closely be mewed upAbout a prophecy, which says that 'G'Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here Clarencecomes.-Enter Clarence, guarded, and BrackenburyBrother, good day. What means this armèd guardThat waits upon your grace?CLARENCE His majesty,Tend'ring my person's safety, hath appointedThis conduct to convey me to th'Tower.RICHARD Upon what cause?CLARENCE Because my name is George.RICHARD Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours.He should, for that, commit your godfathers.O, belike his majesty hath some intentThat you should be new-christened in the Tower.But what's the matter, Clarence, may I know?CLARENCE Yea, Richard, when I know, but I protestAs yet I do not. But, as I can learn,He hearkens after prophecies and dreams,And from the cross-row plucks the letter G,And says a wizard told him that by 'G'His issue disinherited should be:And, for my name of George begins with G,It follows in his thought that I am he.These, as I learn, and such like toys as these,Hath moved his highness to commit me now.RICHARD Why, this it is when men are ruled by women:'Tis not the king that sends you to the Tower,My lady Grey his wife, Clarence, 'tis sheThat tempts him to this harsh extremity.Was it not she and that good man of worship,Anthony Woodville, her brother there,That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower,From whence this present day he is delivered?We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe.CLARENCE By heaven, I think there is no man secureBut the queen's kindred and night-walking heraldsThat trudge betwixt the king and Mistress Shore.Heard you not what an humble suppliantLord Hastings was to her, for his delivery?RICHARD Humbly complaining to her deityGot my Lord Chamberlain his liberty.I'll tell you what: I think it is our way,If we will keep in favour with the king,To be her men and wear her livery.The jealous o'erworn widow and herself,Since that our brother dubbed them gentlewomen,Are mighty gossips in our monarchy.BRACKENBURY I beseech your graces both to pardon me:His majesty hath straitly given in chargeThat no man shall have private conference,Of what degree soever, with your brother.RICHARD Even so, an please your worship, Brackenbury,You may partake of anything we say.We speak no treason, man: we say the kingIs wise and virtuous, and his noble queenWell struck in years, fair and not jealous.We say that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot,A cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue,And that the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks.How say you sir? Can you deny all this?BRACKENBURY With this, my lord, myself have noughtto do.RICHARD Naught to do with Mistress Shore? I tell thee,fellow,He that doth naught with her, excepting one,Were best to do it secretly, alone.BRACKENBURY What one, my lord?RICHARD Her husband, knave. Wouldst thou betray me?BRACKENBURY I do beseech your grace to pardon me,and withalForbear your conference with the noble duke.CLARENCE We know thy charge, Brackenbury, and willobey.RICHARD We are the queen's abjects, and must obey.-Brother, farewell. I will unto the king,And whatsoe'er you will employ me in,Were it to call King Edward's widow sister,I will perform it to enfranchise you.Meantime, this deep disgrace in brotherhoodTouches me deeper than you can imagine. Embraces himCLARENCE I know it pleaseth neither of us well.RICHARD Well, your imprisonment shall not be long.I will deliver you or else lie for you.Meantime, have patience.CLARENCE I must perforce. Farewell.Exit Clarence [led by Brackenbury and Guards]RICHARD Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return.Simple, plain Clarence, I do love thee soThat I will shortly send thy soul to heaven,If heaven will take the present at our hands.But who comes here? The new-delivered Hastings?Enter Lord HastingsHASTINGS Good time of day unto my gracious lord.RICHARD As much unto my good Lord Chamberlain.Well are you welcome to this open air.How hath your lordship brooked imprisonment?HASTINGS With patience, noble lord, as prisoners must.But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanksThat were the cause of my imprisonment.RICHARD No doubt, no doubt. And so shall Clarence too,For they that were your enemies are his,And have prevailed as much on him as you.HASTINGS More pity that the eagles should be mewed,Whiles kites and buzzards play at liberty.RICHARD What news abroad?HASTINGS No news so bad abroad as this at home:The king is sickly, weak and melancholy,And his physicians fear him mightily.RICHARD Now, by Saint John, that news is bad indeed.O, he hath kept an evil diet long,And overmuch consumed his royal person.'Tis very grievous to be thought upon.Where is he, in his bed?HASTINGS He is.RICHARD Go you before, and I will follow you.Exit HastingsHe cannot live, I hope, and must not dieTill George be packed with post-horse up to heaven.I'll in to urge his hatred more to Clarence,With lies well steeled with weighty arguments.And, if I fail 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 killed her husband and her father?The readiest way to make the wench amendsIs to become her husband and her father:The which will I, not all so much for loveAs 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.ExitAct 1 Scene 2 running scene 1 continuesEnter the corpse of Henry the Sixth with [Gentlemen bearing] halberds to guard it, Lady Anne being the mournerANNE Set down, set down your honourable load -If honour may be shrouded in a hearse -Whilst I awhile obsequiously lamentTh'untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster. [They set down the coffin]Poor key-cold figure of a holy king,Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster,Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood,Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost,To hear the lamentations of poor Anne,Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughtered son,Stabbed by the selfsame hand that made thesewounds.Lo, in these windows that let forth thy life,I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes.O, cursèd be the hand that made these holes:Cursed the heart that had the heart to do it:Cursed the blood that let this blood from hence!More direful hap betide that hated wretchThat makes us wretched by the death of theeThan I can wish to wolves, to spiders, toads,Or any creeping venomed thing that lives.If ever he have child, abortive be it,Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,Whose ugly and unnatural aspectMay fright the hopeful mother at the view,And that be heir to his unhappiness.If ever he have wife, let her be madeMore miserable by the death of himThan I am made by my young lord and thee.-Come, now towards Chertsey with your holy load,Taken from Paul's to be interrèd there. [They lift the coffin]And still as you are weary of this weight,Rest you, whiles I lament King Henry's corpse.Enter Richard, Duke of GloucesterRICHARD Stay, you that bear the corpse, and set it down.ANNE What black magician conjures up this fiend,To stop devoted charitable deeds?RICHARD Villains, set down the corpse, or, by Saint Paul,I'll make a corpse of him that disobeys.GENTLEMAN My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass.RICHARD Unmannered dog, stand'st thou when Icommand.Advance thy halberd higher than my breast,Or, by Saint Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot,And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness. [They set down the coffin]ANNE 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.RICHARD Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst.ANNE Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and trouble usnot,For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,Filled it with cursing cries and deep exclaims.If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,Behold this pattern of thy butcheries.- ]Uncovers the body]O, gentlemen, see, see dead Henry's woundsOpen their congealed mouths and bleed afresh.-Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity,For 'tis thy presence that exhales this bloodFrom cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells.Thy deeds, inhuman and unnatural,Provokes this deluge most unnatural.-O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death!O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death!Either heav'n with lightning strike the murd'rerdead,Or earth gape open wide and eat him quick,As thou dost swallow up this good king's bloodWhich his hell-governed arm hath butcherèd!RICHARD Lady, you know no rules of charity,Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.ANNE Villain, thou know'st nor law of God nor man:No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.RICHARD But I know none, and therefore am no beast.ANNE O, wonderful, when devils tell the truth!RICHARD More wonderful, when angels are so angry.Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,Of these supposèd crimes to give me leave,By circumstance but to acquit myself.ANNE Vouchsafe, defused infection of man,Of these known evils, but to give me leave,By circumstance to curse thy cursèd self.RICHARD Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me haveSome patient leisure to excuse myself.ANNE Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canst makeNo excuse current, but to hang thyself.RICHARD By such despair, I should accuse myself.ANNE And by despairing shalt thou stand excusedFor doing worthy vengeance on thyself,That didst unworthy slaughter upon others.RICHARD Say that I slew them not.ANNE Then say they were not slain.But dead they are, and devilish slave, by thee.RICHARD I did not kill your husband.ANNE Why, then he is alive.RICHARD Nay, he is dead, and slain by Edward's hands.ANNE In thy foul throat thou liest: Queen Margaret sawThy murd'rous falchion smoking in his blood,The which thou once didst bend against her breast,But that thy brothers beat aside the point.RICHARD I was provokèd by her sland'rous tongue,That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders.ANNE Thou wast provokèd by thy bloody mind,That never dream'st on aught but butcheries.Didst thou not kill this king?RICHARD I grant ye.ANNE Dost grant me, hedgehog? Then, God grant me tooThou mayst be damnèd for that wicked deed.O, he was gentle, mild and virtuous!RICHARD The better for the king of heaven that hathhim.ANNE He is in heaven, where thou shalt never come.RICHARD Let him thank me, that holp to send himthither,For he was fitter for that place than earth.ANNE And thou unfit for any place but hell.RICHARD Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it.ANNE Some dungeon.RICHARD Your bedchamber.ANNE I'll rest betide the chamber where thou liest.RICHARD So will it, madam, till I lie with you.ANNE I hope so.RICHARD I know so. But, gentle Lady Anne,To leave this keen encounter of our wits,And fall something into a slower method:Is not the causer of the timeless deathsOf these Plantagenets, Henry and Edward,As blameful as the executioner?ANNE Thou wast the cause and most accursed effect.RICHARD Your beauty was the cause of that effect.Your beauty, that did haunt me in my sleepTo undertake the death of all the world,So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.Revue de presse"Richard III's stage history is especially interesting and well presented." Bibliotheque HumanismePrésentation de l'éditeurKing Richard III is one of Shakespeare's most popular and frequently-performed plays. Janis Lull's introduction to this new edition, based on the First Folio, emphasises the play's tragic themes - individual identity, determinism and choice - and stresses the importance of women's roles in the play. It also underscores the special relationship between Richard III and Macbeth, demonstrating that the later tragedy re-examines issues raised in the earlier one. A thorough performance history of stage and film versions of Richard III shows how the text has been cut, rewritten and re-shaped by directors and actors to enhance the role of Richard at the expense of other parts, especially those of the women. The notes define the play's language and ideas in terms easily accessible to contemporary readers.
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1 internautes sur 1 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile.RECOMMANDÉ PAR LE SITE CULTURE-CHRONIQUEPar CULTURE-CHRONIQUEContrairement à ce qu'on pourrait imaginer Richard III est la pièce de William Shakespeare la plus jouer dans le monde. Sans doute parce qu'à la différence d'Hamlet qui tergiverse, Richard agit et tranche dans le vif. Sans doute aussi parce que ce personnage est l'une des incarnations du mal les plus réussie : " Ma conscience a mille langues, et chaque langue raconte une histoire, et chaque histoire me condamne comme scélérat. Le parjure, le parjure, au plus haut degré, le meurtre, le meurtre cruel, au plus atroce degré, tous les crimes, poussés au suprême degré, se pressent à la barre criant tous Coupable ! coupable ! " Seule la captation du pouvoir compte pour lui et aucun moyen ne sera écarté pour parvenir au sommet du royaume d'Angleterre et aucun pour s'y maintenir. Richard règne dans le sang et la trahison jusqu'à ce que l'Histoire mette un point final à un règne qu'il aurait voulu éternel. Du très grand Shakespeare !Archibald PLOOM (CULTURE-CHRONIQUE.COM)
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