Monologue

Queen Elizabeth Monologue from Richard III

From Richard III by William Shakespeare

female · anguished · 34 sec

To make an act of tragic violence. Edward, my lord, thy son, our King, is dead. Why grow the branches when the root is gone? Why wither not the leaves that want their sap? If you will live, lament; if die, be brief, That our swift-winged souls may catch the King’s Or, like obedient subjects, follow him To his new kingdom of ne’er-changing night.

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