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| Character | Richard Plantagenet | |
|---|---|---|
| Gender | Male | |
| Age Range(s) | Young Adult (20-35), Adult (36-50) | |
| Type of monologue / Character is | Angry, Flips out, Talking to the audience, Malicious/scheming | |
| Type | Dramatic | |
| Period | Renaissance | |
| Genre | Historical, Drama | |
| Description | Richard Plantagenet vows to seek revenge | |
| Location | ACT II, Scene V | |
Summary
Mortimer is an English noble that has been imprisoned in the Tower of London for many years because of his claim to the English throne. He is Richard Plantagenet's uncle.
After Mortimer tells his nephew Richard Plantagenet why he was locked in the Tower of London and the injustices his family had to bear, he dies.
In this monologue Richard Plantagenet promises to remember his uncle's advice to keep the story to himself but at the same time vows to avenge the injustices he has received from Somerset and plans to go to the Parliament to restore his inheritance.
After Mortimer tells his nephew Richard Plantagenet why he was locked in the Tower of London and the injustices his family had to bear, he dies.
In this monologue Richard Plantagenet promises to remember his uncle's advice to keep the story to himself but at the same time vows to avenge the injustices he has received from Somerset and plans to go to the Parliament to restore his inheritance.
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| PLANTAGENET And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul! In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage And like a hermit overpass'd thy days. Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast; And what I do imagine let that rest. Keepers, convey him hence, and I myself Will see his burial better than his life. [Exeunt Gaolers, bearing out the body of MORTIMER Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer, Choked with ambition of the meaner sort: And for those wrongs, those bitter injuries, Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house: I doubt not but with honour to redress; And therefore haste I to the parliament, Either to be restored to my blood, Or make my ill the advantage of my good. |
