Looking for Richard Page #11

I'll stand the hazard of the die.

There be six Richmonds in the field.

- Five have I slain to-day.

- My lord!

FEMALE SCHOLAR:

Although he's frightfully clever...

... he is, at the same time,

like a kind of boar...

... who has subsumed into himself

all these frightful animal images...

... and all that the rest have got to do

is to hunt the boar.

And that's what they do,

and they get him.

PACINO:

A horse!

A horse!

My kingdom...

...for a horse!

He's a hearty dude, and in the end,

he's surrounded and he just goes...

He'll give up anything for a horse.

He's rich, a king, and he needs a horse.

My kingdom for a horse.

[GRUNTING]

[YELLING]

KIMBALL:
I didn't mean it.

- I love you, Frederic.

I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it.

PACINO:
He didn't mean it.

You kill me, after all I did for you.

- Richard's dead.

- Richard's...

At last we can rest.

God and your arms be praised,

victorious friends, the day is ours...

...the bloody dog is dead.

- Dead!

- Is this it?

- I hope so.

Are we done? This is it?

If I told him about the 10 rolls of film,

he'd want to use it.

I love the silence.

I love the silence.

After silence, what else is there?

What's the line?

SCHOLAR 2:
"The rest is silence. "

- Silences.

Whatever I'm saying,

I know Shakespeare said it.

NARRATOR:

Our revels now are ended.

These our actors, as I foretold you...

... were all spirits

and are melted into air...

... into thin air.

And, like the baseless fabric

of this vision...

... the cloud-capp'd towers...

... the gorgeous palaces...

... the solemn temples...

... ye all which it inherit...

... shall dissolve...

... and, like this insubstantial

pageant faded...

... leave not a wisp behind.

We are such stuff

as dreams are made on...

... and our little life

is rounded with a sleep.

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