Gloster: Short summers lightly have a forward spring.
Richard: A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!
Richard [aside]: So wise so young, they say do never live long.
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity, but I know none, therefore am no beast.
First murderer: Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to prate.
Talkers are no good doers. Be assured
We go to use our hands and not our tongues.
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me; and if I die no soul will pity me: and wherefore should they, since that I myself find in myself no pity to myself?
Queen Elizabeth: An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.
Richard: Then plainly to her tell my loving tale.
Queen Elizabeth: Plain and not honest is too harsh a style.
Gloucester: Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.