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Every hour more competitors

flock to the rebels.

Their power grows strong.

Sir Thomas Lovel

and Lord Marquis Dorset...

...in Yorkshire are in arms.

- Out, ye owls!

Nothing but songs of death?

Take thou that,

till thou brings better news.

He suspects everyone around him.

He has no friends.

I'm listening, I'm listening.

QUINN:

Fellows in arms...

...and my most loving friends.

Thus far into the bowels of land

we march'd without impediment.

And here receive we

from our father Stanley...

...lines of fair comfort

and encouragement.

Ah...

QUINN:
The wretched, bloody,

and usurping boar...

... that spoil'd your summer fields

and fruitful vines...

...this foul swine is now even

in the centre of this isle.

[CHEERING]

Every man's conscience

is a thousand men...

...to fight against this guilty homicide.

Then, in God's name, march.

True hope is swift,

and flies with swallow's wings.

Kings it makes gods,

and meaner creatures kings.

[CHEERING]

[COUGHING]

KIMBALL:
Well.

- Am I dying?

That's what I want to know.

Am I dying?

When are we gonna kill Richard?

- I have a worse question.

- Excuse me?

I have a feeling...

...that your Richard will have earned

his death...

...and we should think about

a way to do it.

[COUGHING]

Close... Close... Close the door.

[COUGHING]

You're 98.6.

Put it under the tongue.

Then it doesn't click. If I'm 98.6,

then you're a Shakespearean actor.

"On the 22nd of August, 1485, a battle

was fought for the crown of England.

A short battle,

ending in a decisive victory.

In that field, a crowned king, manfully

fighting in the middle of his enemies...

...was slain and brought to his death. "

PACINO:

Here, pitch our tent, here...

...even here in Bosworth field.

SCHOLAR 1:
What is fascinating

when you come to the last act...

...to the Battle of Bosworth,

the battle itself goes for very little...

...apart from, "My horse. My horse.

Kingdom for a horse. "

To me, the battle is really the ghost

scene. The ghost scene is the battle.

PACINO:
Richard is visited in his sleep by

the ghosts of the people he's murdered.

Give me another horse.

Bind up my wounds.

Give me another horse!

Frederic and I decided to go

to the actual theater...

... where Richard llI was performed

some 300 years ago...

... and this ghost scene was acted

on the stage here, in London.

We thought we'd rehearse

and see if we could get a sense...

... of those old spirits.

Method acting-type stuff.

I've always had trouble

with this speech.

It's good when an actor

has trouble with a speech...

...and goes and tries to do it.

I've heard you talking about Richard

as a man who cannot find love.

A person who finally,

in the last scenes, knows...

... that he does not have

his own humanity, that he's lost it.

PARSONS:

Tormenting dreams!

KIMBALL:
He has let the pursuit

of power totally corrupt him...

... and is alienated from his own body...

... and his own self.

GHOST:

Dream on, of bloody deeds and death.

Where are my children?

PARSONS:
Toad!

- Despair. Despairing. Death.

- Give me another horse.

ALLEN:
Where is thy brother, Clarence?

PACINO:
Get me a horse!

Get me a horse!

ALLEN:

Yet thou didst kill my children.

- Despair. And die.

PACINO:
Bind up my wounds.

Bloody Richard!

[GASPS]

[THUNDER ROLLS]

[METAL SCRAPES]

Soft! I did but dream.

Soft!

I did but dream.

O coward conscience...

...how dost thou afflict me!

The lights burn blue.

It is now...

...dead midnight.

Cold fearful drops stand

on my trembling flesh.

Richard.

Richard.

What do I fear?

Myself?

There is none else by.

Is there a murderer here? No.

Yes, I am.

Then fly!

From myself? No.

No.

I love myself.

Alas...

...I hate myself...

...for hateful deeds.

Guilty. Guilty.

Committed by myself.

Guilty.

I am a villain.

I am a villain.

Yet I lie. I am not.

Fool, of thyself speak well.

Fool...

...do not flatter.

I shall despair.

There is no creature loves me.

When I die...

...no soul shall pity me.

Wherefore should they...

...since that I myself...

...find in myself...

...no pity to myself?

KIMBALL:
My lord!

- Who is there?

Ratcliffe, my lord. 'Tis I.

Well, get out of here. I'm working.

- You got it.

- Let's try it one more time.

Catesby, my lord. 'Tis I.

- Catesby.

- The early village-cock...

...hath twice done salutation

to the morn. Your friends are up...

...and buckle on their armor.

- Catesby.

I've had a fearful dream.

Catesby, I fear...

COX:

Nay, nay, good my lord...

...be not afraid of shadows.

By the apostle Paul,

shadows to-night...

...have struck more terror

in the soul of Richard...

...than can the substance of

...and led by shallow Richmond.

Come, come with me.

The silent hours steal on, and flaky

darkness breaks within the east.

PACINO:

Stanley, look to your wife.

If she convey letters to Richmond,

you shall answer.

BRYGGMAN:

Prepare thy battle early in the morning...

...and put thy fortune to the test

of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war.

You have to give a speech

in half an hour.

- Maybe we should...

- No, I got the general...

...gist of it.

KIMBALL:
Got the gist of it.

O Thou...

...whose captain I account myself...

...look on my forces

with a gracious eye.

Put in their hands

thy bruising irons of wrath...

...that they may crush down

with a heavy fall...

...the usurping helmets

of our adversaries!

What shall I say more

than I have inferr'd?

Remember whom you are

to deal withal.

A sort of vagabonds,

rascals, and runaways...

...a scum of Bretons,

and base lackey peasants...

...whom their o'er-cloyed country

vomits forth...

...to desperate adventures

and assured destruction.

Make us thy ministers of chastisement.

You sleeping safe,

they bring to you unrest.

You having lands,

and blest with beauteous wives...

...they will restrain the one,

distain the other.

And who doth lead them

but a paltry fellow?

To thee I do commend

my watchful soul...

...ere I let fall the windows

of mine eyes.

A milk-sop...

...one that never in his life felt

so much cold as over shoes in snow?

O, defend me still!

Let's whip these stragglers

o'er the seas again.

Lash hence these overweening

rags of France...

...these famish'd beggars,

weary of their lives.

If we be conquer'd...

...let men conquer us...

...not these bastard Bretons.

Shall these enjoy our lands?

Lie with our wives?

Ravish our daughters?

Hark! I hear their drum.

Fight, gentlemen of England!

Fight, bold yoemen!

Draw, archers...

...draw your arrows to the head!

Spur your proud horses hard,

and ride in blood.

Amaze the welkin

with your broken staves!

[HORSES NEIGHING]

[METAL SCRAPING]

[YELLING]

PACINO:

My horse!

My horse!

CONWAY:

And in a bloody battle end thy days!

Despair, and die!

ALLEN:

They withdraw.

See? They're deserting him.

A horse! A horse!

My kingdom for a horse!

Withdraw, my lord, withdraw...

Slave, I set my life upon a cast,

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