Monologue

Hastings Monologue from Richard III

From Richard III by William Shakespeare

male · anguished · 57 sec

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Woe, woe, for England! Not a whit for me, For I, too fond, might have prevented this. Stanley did dream the boar did raze his helm, And I did scorn it and disdain to fly. Three times today my foot-cloth horse did stumble, And started when he looked upon the Tower, As loath to bear me to the slaughter-house. O, now I need the priest that spake to me; I now repent I told the pursuivant, As too triumphing, how mine enemies Today at Pomfret bloodily were butchered, And I myself secure in grace and favour. O Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse Is lighted on poor Hastings’ wretched head.

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Hastings reflects on his impending doom and the consequences of his past actions, expressing regret and fear as he acknowledges the curse placed upon him.

40s · sadness · betrayal · death · fate · power

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