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1

Richard III
[II, 2]

Boy

1282

Then, grandam, you conclude that he is dead.
The king my uncle is to blame for this:
God will revenge it; whom I will importune
With daily prayers all to that effect.

2

Richard III
[II, 2]

Boy

1290

Grandam, we can; for my good uncle Gloucester
Told me, the king, provoked by the queen,
Devised impeachments to imprison him :
And when my uncle told me so, he wept,
And hugg'd me in his arm, and kindly kiss'd my cheek;
Bade me rely on him as on my father,
And he would love me dearly as his child.

3

Richard III
[II, 2]

Boy

1301

Think you my uncle did dissemble, grandam?

4

Richard III
[II, 4]

Duke of York

1493

Grandam, one night, as we did sit at supper,
My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow
More than my brother: 'Ay,' quoth my uncle
Gloucester,
'Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace:'
And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast,
Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.

5

Richard III
[II, 4]

Duke of York

1511

Marry, they say my uncle grew so fast
That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old
'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth.
Grandam, this would have been a biting jest.

6

Richard III
[III, 1]

Prince Edward

1570

No, uncle; but our crosses on the way
Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy
I want more uncles here to welcome me.

7

Richard III
[III, 1]

Prince Edward

1628

Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may.
[Exeunt CARDINAL and HASTINGS]
Say, uncle Gloucester, if our brother come,
Where shall we sojourn till our coronation?

8

Richard III
[III, 1]

Prince Edward

1650

What say you, uncle?

9

Richard III
[III, 1]

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)

1674

I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord,
You said that idle weeds are fast in growth
The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.

10

Richard III
[III, 1]

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)

1683

I pray you, uncle, give me this dagger.

11

Richard III
[III, 1]

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)

1686

Of my kind uncle, that I know will give;
And being but a toy, which is no grief to give.

12

Richard III
[III, 1]

Prince Edward

1699

My Lord of York will still be cross in talk:
Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him.

13

Richard III
[III, 1]

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)

1701

You mean, to bear me, not to bear with me:
Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me;
Because that I am little, like an ape,
He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders.

14

Richard III
[III, 1]

Duke of Buckingham

1705

With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons!
To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle,
He prettily and aptly taunts himself:
So cunning and so young is wonderful.

15

Richard III
[III, 1]

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)

1717

Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost:
My grandam told me he was murdered there.

16

Richard III
[IV, 4]

Queen Elizabeth

3026

Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle cozen'd
Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life.
Whose hand soever lanced their tender hearts,
Thy head, all indirectly, gave direction:
No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt
Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart,
To revel in the entrails of my lambs.
But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame,
My tongue should to thy ears not name my boys
Till that my nails were anchor'd in thine eyes;
And I, in such a desperate bay of death,
Like a poor bark, of sails and tackling reft,
Rush all to pieces on thy rocky bosom.

17

Richard III
[IV, 4]

Queen Elizabeth

3077

Send to her, by the man that slew her brothers,
A pair of bleeding-hearts; thereon engrave
Edward and York; then haply she will weep:
Therefore present to her—as sometime Margaret
Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood,—
A handkerchief; which, say to her, did drain
The purple sap from her sweet brother's body
And bid her dry her weeping eyes therewith.
If this inducement force her not to love,
Send her a story of thy noble acts;
Tell her thou madest away her uncle Clarence,
Her uncle Rivers; yea, and, for her sake,
Madest quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne.

18

Richard III
[IV, 4]

Queen Elizabeth

3144

What were I best to say? her father's brother
Would be her lord? or shall I say, her uncle?
Or, he that slew her brothers and her uncles?
Under what title shall I woo for thee,
That God, the law, my honour and her love,
Can make seem pleasing to her tender years?