Richard: Say that I did all this for love of her
Queen Elisabeth: Nay, then (indeed) she cannot (can't) choose but to hate thee
Having bought love with such a bloody spoil.

Ghosts: Let us sit heavy on thy soul tomorrow
Those you killed all curse you now
Fall thy edgeless sword and die
We all curse you, despair and die!

Richard: Have mercy, Jesu! –Soft I did but dream
O coward conscience, how thou afflicteth me
Conscience is but a word, a word that cowards use
Our strong arms, be our conscience, swords our law

March on bravely, let us to it pell-mell
If not to heaven then hand in hand to hell.
Fight men of England! fight bold yeomen!
Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head!

Richard: Say I will love her everlastingly
Queen Elisabeth: But how shall that title ‘ever' last?
As long as hell and Richard likes of it.

Ghosts: Let us sit heavy…

Richard: Advance our standards, set upon our foes;
Our word of courage, our fair Saint George.
Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!
Upon them! Victory sits on our helms. Charge!

Catesby: Though the king enacts more wonders than a man
His horse is slain and all on foot he fights
Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death
Resque, fair lord, or else the day is lost!

Richard : Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck
I have set my life upon a cast
And I will stand the hazard of the die

Ghosts: Let us sit heavy…

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