richard-iii

Say yes,_ he whispers. __arry me.__ hesitate. I open my eyes. __ou will get my fortune,_ I remark. __hen I marry you, everything I have becomes yours. Just as George has everything that belongs to Isabel.___hat__ why you can trust me to win it for you,_ he says simply. __hen 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.___ou will be true to me?___oyalty is my motto. When I give my word, you can trust me.

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.__nne, will you marry me?_ he asks simply, as he kneels before me.

What do I fear? Myself? There__ none else by.Richard loves Richard; that is, I and I.

And therefore, _ since I cannot prove a lover,To entertain these fair well-spoken days, __ am determined to prove a villain,And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.

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.

Sapphires for my bride-to-be and a severed head for the king my brother," said Duke Richard cheerfully. "As St Paul pointed out, gifts may vary but the spirit is the same. In the present instance, a spirit of goodwill.

Uncertain way of gain. But I am inSo far in blood that sin will pluck on sin.Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.