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No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
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shakespeare
richard-iii
pity
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William Shakespeare |
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Richard knew, of course, that his was thought to be an unlucky title; only twice before had a Richard ruled England, and both met violent ends.
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medieval-history
plantagenet
richard-iii
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Sharon Kay Penman |
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"Richard, might I ask you something? We've talked tonight of what you must do, of what you can do, of what you ought to do.But we've said nothing of what you want to do.Richard, do you want to be King?" At first, she thought he wasn't going to answer her. But as she studied his face, she saw he was turning her question over in his mind, seeking to answer it as honestly as he could. "Yes," he said at last. "Yes...I do." --
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richard-iii
wars-of-the-roses
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Sharon Kay Penman |
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aac092c
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And - I think you know, don't you? - that I love you, Anne.' I feel as if I have been living in a loveless world for too long. The last tender face I saw was my father's when he sailed for England. 'You do? Truly?' 'I do.' He rises to his feet and pulls me up to stand beside him. My chin comes to his shoulder, we are both dainty, long-limbed, coltish: well-matched. I turn my face into his jacket. 'Will you marry me?' he whispers. 'Yes,' I say.
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marriage
love
match
richard-iii
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Philippa Gregory |
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6ceda67
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I sit on the bed and kick off my shoes, and he kneels before me and takes the riding boots, holding one open for my bare foot. I hesitate; it is such an intimate gesture between a young woman and a man. His smiling upward glance tells me that he understands my hesitation but is ignoring it. I point my toe and he holds the boot, I slide my foot in and he pulls the boot over my calf. He takes the soft leather ties and fastens the boot, at my ankle, then at my calf, and then just below my knee. He looks up at me, his hand gently on my toe. I can feel the warmth of his hand through the soft leather. I imagine my toes curling in pleasure at his touch. 'Anne, will you marry me?' he asks simply, as he kneels before me.
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love
marriage-proposal
richard-iii
touching
intimacy
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Philippa Gregory |
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028149b
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"Francis stared down at the Duchess of York's letter. He swallowed, then read aloud in a husky voice, "It was showed by John Sponer that King Richard, late mercifully reigning upon us, was through great treason piteously slain and murdered, to the great heaviness of this City." As Margaret listened, the embittered grey eyes had softened, misted with sudden tears. "My brother may lie in an untended grave," she said, "but he does not lack for an epitaph."
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tragedy
richard-iii
wars-of-the-roses
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Sharon Kay Penman |
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c4462a6
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Say yes,' he whispers. 'Marry me.' I hesitate. I open my eyes. 'You will get my fortune,' I remark. 'When I marry you, everything I have becomes yours. Just as George has everything that belongs to Isabel.' 'That's why you can trust me to win it for you,' he says simply. 'When your interests and mine are the same, you can be certain that I will care for you as for myself. You will be my own. You will find that I care for my own.' 'You will be true to me?' 'Loyalty is my motto. When I give my word, you can trust me.
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marriage
trust
love
equality-between-partners
husband-and-wife
richard-iii
loyalty
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Philippa Gregory |
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4e17ef3
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As Richard mounted his horse to follow, some of his Household protested that he must not wear into battle the helmet with the golden crown, for it would mark him as the prime target for the enemy. Quietly Richard replied that he would live, and die, King of England.
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richard-iii
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Paul Murray Kendall |