John McDonald

“What do I fear? Myself? There’s none else by.
Richard loves Richard; that is, I and I.
Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am.
Then fly! What, from myself? Great reason why:
Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself?
Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good
That I myself have done unto myself?
O, no! Alas, I rather hate myself
For hateful deeds committed by myself.
I am a villain. Yet I lie. I am not.
Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter:
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree;
Murder, stern murder, in the direst degree;
All several sins, all used in each degree,
Throng to the bar, crying all, “Guilty! guilty!”
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me,
And if I die no soul will pity me.
And wherefore should they, since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself?”
― William Shakespeare, Richard III

“Now, gods, stand up for bastards!”
― William Shakespeare, King Lear

“Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;
Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.”
― William Shakespeare, Richard III

“Villain, thou know'st nor law of God nor man:
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.

RICHARD, DUKE OF GLOUCESTER:

But I know none, and therefore am no beast.

LADY ANNE:

O wonderful, when devils tell the troth!

RICHARD, DUKE OF GLOUCESTER:

More wonderful, when angels are so angry.”
― William Shakespeare, Richard III