by William Shakespeare
, believed to have been written in approximately 1591. It depicts the Machiavellian rise to power and subsequent short reign of Richard III of England. The play is grouped among the histories in the First Folio
and is most often classified as such. Occasionally, however, as in the quarto
edition, it is termed a tragedy
. Richard III concludes Shakespeare's first tetralogy
(also containing Henry VI
parts 1–3).
After Hamlet
, it is the longest play in the canon
and is the longest of the First Folio
, whose version of Hamlet is shorter than its Quarto
counterpart.
And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover,To entertain these fair well-spoken days, —I am determined to prove a villain,And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor man;No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.
To leave this keen encounter of our wits.
Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger,Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart;Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.
Was ever woman in this humour woo'd?Was ever woman in this humour won?I'll have her; — but I will not keep her long.
A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman, —Fram'd in the prodigality of nature,Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal, —The spacious world cannot again afford.
I cannot tell: the world is grown so bad,That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch:Since every Jack became a gentleman,There's many a gentle person made a Jack.
But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture,Tell them that God bids us do good for evil:And thus I clothe my naked villainyWith odd old ends, stol'n out of holy writ;And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Talkers are no good doers: be assur'd,We go to use our hands, and not our tongues.