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NEWS: PRINCESS EUGENIE IS PREGNANT!

“Her Royal Highness Princess Eugenie and Mr Jack Brooksbank are very pleased to announce that they are expecting their third child together, due this summer.

August (aged 5) and Ernest (aged 2) are also very excited to have another sibling join the family.

His Majesty The King has been informed and is delighted with the news.”

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So this they do confirm lmao

The Royal Palace of Oslo confirmed that Andrew Mountbatten - Windsor has returned the Grand Cross of the Order of St. Olav, which he was awarded by King Olav in 1988.

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King Richard III, act 5, scene 3 (1893) Alexandre Bida (French, 1823-1895)

Enter King Richard, in arms, with Norfolk, Ratcliffe, and the Earl of Surrey, with Soldiers.

RICHARD  Here pitch our tent, even here in Bosworth field. Soldiers begin to pitch the tent. My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad? SURREY  My heart is ten times lighter than my looks. RICHARD  My lord of Norfolk— NORFOLK  Here, most gracious liege. RICHARD  Norfolk, we must have knocks, ha, must we not? NORFOLK  We must both give and take, my loving lord. RICHARD  Up with my tent!—Here will I lie tonight. But where tomorrow? Well, all’s one for that. Who hath descried the number of the traitors? NORFOLK  Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. RICHARD  Why, our battalia trebles that account. Besides, the King’s name is a tower of strength Which they upon the adverse faction want.— Up with the tent!—Come, noble gentlemen, Let us survey the vantage of the ground. Call for some men of sound direction; Let’s lack no discipline, make no delay, For, lords, tomorrow is a busy day. The tent now in place, they exit.

Enter Richmond, Sir William Brandon, Oxford, Dorset, Herbert, Blunt, and others who set up Richmond’s tent.

RICHMOND  The weary sun hath made a golden set, And by the bright track of his fiery car Gives token of a goodly day tomorrow.— Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard.— Give me some ink and paper in my tent; I’ll draw the form and model of our battle, Limit each leader to his several charge, And part in just proportion our small power.— My Lord of Oxford, you, Sir William Brandon, And you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me. The Earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment.— Good Captain Blunt, bear my goodnight to him, And by the second hour in the morning Desire the Earl to see me in my tent. Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me. Where is Lord Stanley quartered, do you know? BLUNT  Unless I have mista’en his colors much, Which well I am assured I have not done, His regiment lies half a mile, at least, South from the mighty power of the King. RICHMOND  If without peril it be possible, Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with him, And give him from me this most needful note. He gives a paper. BLUNT  Upon my life, my lord, I’ll undertake it, And so God give you quiet rest tonight. RICHMOND  Good night, good Captain Blunt.Blunt exits. Come, gentlemen, Let us consult upon tomorrow’s business. Into my tent. The dew is raw and cold. Richmond, Brandon, Dorset, Herbert, and Oxford withdraw into the tent. The others exit.

Enter to his tent Richard, Ratcliffe, Norfolk, and Catesby, with Soldiers.

RICHARD  What is ’t o’clock? CATESBY  It’s suppertime, my lord. It’s nine o’clock. RICHARD  I will not sup tonight. Give me some ink and paper. What, is my beaver easier than it was, And all my armor laid into my tent? CATESBY  It is, my liege, and all things are in readiness. RICHARD  Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge. Use careful watch. Choose trusty sentinels. NORFOLK  I go, my lord. RICHARD  Stir with the lark tomorrow, gentle Norfolk. NORFOLK  I warrant you, my lord.He exits. RICHARD  Catesby. CATESBY  My lord. RICHARD  Send out a pursuivant-at-arms To Stanley’s regiment. Bid him bring his power Before sunrising, lest his son George fall Into the blind cave of eternal night.Catesby exits. To Soldiers. Fill me a bowl of wine. Give me a watch. Saddle white Surrey for the field tomorrow. Look that my staves be sound and not too heavy.— Ratcliffe. RATCLIFFE  My lord. RICHARD  Sawst thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland? RATCLIFFE  Thomas the Earl of Surrey and himself, Much about cockshut time, from troop to troop Went through the army cheering up the soldiers. RICHARD  So, I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine. I have not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have. Wine is brought. Set it down. Is ink and paper ready? RATCLIFFE  It is, my lord. RICHARD  Bid my guard watch. Leave me. Ratcliffe, about the mid of night come to my tent And help to arm me. Leave me, I say. Ratcliffe exits. Richard sleeps in his tent, which is guarded by Soldiers. Enter Stanley, Earl of Derby to Richmond in his tent.

STANLEY  Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! RICHMOND  All comfort that the dark night can afford Be to thy person, noble father-in-law. Tell me, how fares our loving mother? STANLEY  I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother, Who prays continually for Richmond’s good. So much for that. The silent hours steal on, And flaky darkness breaks within the east. In brief, for so the season bids us be, Prepare thy battle early in the morning, And put thy fortune to the arbitrament Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war. I, as I may—that which I would I cannot— With best advantage will deceive the time And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms. But on thy side I may not be too forward, Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George, Be executed in his father’s sight. Farewell. The leisure and the fearful time Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love And ample interchange of sweet discourse, Which so-long-sundered friends should dwell upon. God give us leisure for these rites of love! Once more, adieu. Be valiant and speed well. RICHMOND  Good lords, conduct him to his regiment. I’ll strive with troubled thoughts to take a nap, Lest leaden slumber peise me down tomorrow When I should mount with wings of victory. Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen. All but Richmond leave his tent and exit. Richmond kneels. O Thou, whose captain I account myself, Look on my forces with a gracious eye. Put in their hands Thy bruising irons of wrath, That they may crush down with a heavy fall The usurping helmets of our adversaries. Make us Thy ministers of chastisement, That we may praise Thee in the victory. To Thee I do commend my watchful soul, Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes. Sleeping and waking, O, defend me still!Sleeps.

Enter the Ghost of young Prince Edward, son to Harry the Sixth.

GHOST OF EDWARD, (to Richard) Let me sit heavy on thy soul tomorrow. Think how thou stabbed’st me in my prime of youth At Tewkesbury. Despair therefore, and die! (To Richmond.) Be cheerful, Richmond, for the wrongèd souls Of butchered princes fight in thy behalf. King Henry’s issue, Richmond, comforts thee. He exits.

Enter the Ghost of Henry the Sixth.

GHOST OF HENRY, (to Richard) When I was mortal, my anointed body By thee was punchèd full of deadly holes. Think on the Tower and me. Despair and die! Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die. (To Richmond.) Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror. Harry, that prophesied thou shouldst be king, Doth comfort thee in thy sleep. Live and flourish. He exits. Enter the Ghost of Clarence.

GHOST OF CLARENCE, (to Richard) Let me sit heavy in thy soul tomorrow, I, that was washed to death with fulsome wine, Poor Clarence, by thy guile betrayed to death. Tomorrow in the battle think on me, And fall thy edgeless sword. Despair and die! (To Richmond.) Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, The wrongèd heirs of York do pray for thee. Good angels guard thy battle. Live and flourish. He exits.

Enter the Ghosts of Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan.

GHOST OF RIVERS, (to Richard) Let me sit heavy in thy soul tomorrow, Rivers, that died at Pomfret. Despair and die! GHOST OF GREY, (to Richard) Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair! GHOST OF VAUGHAN, (to Richard) Think upon Vaughan, and with guilty fear Let fall thy lance. Despair and die! ALL, (to Richmond) Awake, and think our wrongs in Richard’s bosom Will conquer him. Awake, and win the day. They exit.

Enter the Ghosts of the two young Princes.

GHOSTS OF PRINCES, (to Richard) Dream on thy cousins smothered in the Tower. Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death. Thy nephews’ souls bid thee despair and die. (To Richmond.) Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace and wake in joy. Good angels guard thee from the boar’s annoy. Live, and beget a happy race of kings. Edward’s unhappy sons do bid thee flourish. They exit.

Enter the Ghost of Hastings.

GHOST OF HASTINGS, (to Richard) Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake, And in a bloody battle end thy days. Think on Lord Hastings. Despair and die! (To Richmond.) Quiet, untroubled soul, awake, awake. Arm, fight, and conquer for fair England’s sake. He exits.

Enter the Ghost of Lady Anne his wife.

GHOST OF ANNE, (to Richard) Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife, That never slept a quiet hour with thee, Now fills thy sleep with perturbations. Tomorrow, in the battle, think on me, And fall thy edgeless sword. Despair and die! (To Richmond.) Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep. Dream of success and happy victory. Thy adversary’s wife doth pray for thee.She exits.

Enter the Ghost of Buckingham.

GHOST OF BUCKINGHAM, (to Richard) The first was I that helped thee to the crown; The last was I that felt thy tyranny. O, in the battle think on Buckingham, And die in terror of thy guiltiness. Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death. Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath. (To Richmond.) I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid, But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismayed. God and good angels fight on Richmond’s side, And Richard fall in height of all his pride. He exits. Richard starteth up out of a dream. RICHARD  Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu!—Soft, I did but dream. O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! The lights burn blue; it is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? Myself? There’s none else by. Richard loves Richard, that is, I am 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? Methought the souls of all that I had murdered Came to my tent, and every one did threat Tomorrow’s vengeance on the head of Richard. Enter Ratcliffe.

RATCLIFFE  My lord. RICHARD  Zounds, who is there? RATCLIFFE  Ratcliffe, my lord, ’tis I. The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn. Your friends are up and buckle on their armor. RICHARD  O Ratcliffe, I have dreamed a fearful dream! What think’st thou, will our friends prove all true? RATCLIFFE  No doubt, my lord. RICHARD  O Ratcliffe, I fear, I fear. RATCLIFFE  Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows. RICHARD  By the apostle Paul, shadows tonight Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers Armed in proof and led by shallow Richmond. ’Tis not yet near day. Come, go with me. Under our tents I’ll play the eavesdropper To see if any mean to shrink from me. Richard and Ratcliffe exit.

Enter the Lords to Richmond, in his tent.

LORDS  Good morrow, Richmond. RICHMOND  Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, That you have ta’en a tardy sluggard here. A LORD  How have you slept, my lord? RICHMOND  The sweetest sleep and fairest-boding dreams That ever entered in a drowsy head Have I since your departure had, my lords. Methought their souls whose bodies Richard murdered Came to my tent and cried on victory. I promise you, my soul is very jocund In the remembrance of so fair a dream. How far into the morning is it, lords? A LORD  Upon the stroke of four. RICHMOND, leaving the tent Why, then ’tis time to arm and give direction.

His oration to his soldiers.

More than I have said, loving countrymen, The leisure and enforcement of the time Forbids to dwell upon. Yet remember this: God, and our good cause, fight upon our side. The prayers of holy saints and wrongèd souls, Like high-reared bulwarks, stand before our faces. Richard except, those whom we fight against Had rather have us win than him they follow. For what is he they follow? Truly, gentlemen, A bloody tyrant and a homicide; One raised in blood, and one in blood established; One that made means to come by what he hath, And slaughtered those that were the means to help him; A base foul stone, made precious by the foil Of England’s chair, where he is falsely set; One that hath ever been God’s enemy. Then if you fight against God’s enemy, God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers. If you do sweat to put a tyrant down, You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain. If you do fight against your country’s foes, Your country’s fat shall pay your pains the hire. If you do fight in safeguard of your wives, Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors. If you do free your children from the sword, Your children’s children quits it in your age. Then, in the name of God and all these rights, Advance your standards; draw your willing swords. For me, the ransom of my bold attempt Shall be this cold corpse on the Earth’s cold face, But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt The least of you shall share his part thereof. Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheerfully. God, and Saint George, Richmond, and victory! They exit.

Enter King Richard, Ratcliffe, and Soldiers.

RICHARD  What said Northumberland as touching Richmond? RATCLIFFE  That he was never trainèd up in arms. RICHARD  He said the truth. And what said Surrey then? RATCLIFFE  He smiled and said “The better for our purpose.” RICHARD  He was in the right, and so indeed it is. The clock striketh. Tell the clock there. Give me a calendar. He looks in an almanac. Who saw the sun today? RATCLIFFE  Not I, my lord. RICHARD  Then he disdains to shine, for by the book He should have braved the east an hour ago. A black day will it be to somebody. Ratcliffe! RATCLIFFE  My lord. RICHARD  The sun will not be seen today. The sky doth frown and lour upon our army. I would these dewy tears were from the ground. Not shine today? Why, what is that to me More than to Richmond, for the selfsame heaven That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.

Enter Norfolk.

NORFOLK  Arm, arm, my lord. The foe vaunts in the field. RICHARD  Come, bustle, bustle. Caparison my horse.— Call up Lord Stanley; bid him bring his power.— I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain, And thus my battle shall be orderèd: My foreward shall be drawn out all in length, Consisting equally of horse and foot; Our archers shall be placèd in the midst. John Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey, Shall have the leading of this foot and horse. They thus directed, we will follow In the main battle, whose puissance on either side Shall be well wingèd with our chiefest horse. This, and Saint George to boot!—What think’st thou, Norfolk? NORFOLK  A good direction, warlike sovereign. He sheweth him a paper. This found I on my tent this morning. RICHARD reads  Jockey of Norfolk, be not so bold.  For Dickon thy master is bought and sold. A thing devisèd by the enemy.— Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge. Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls. Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devised at first to keep the strong in awe. Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law. March on. Join bravely. Let us to it pell mell, If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.

His oration to his army.

What shall I say more than I have inferred? Remember whom you are to cope withal, A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways, A scum of Bretons and base lackey peasants, Whom their o’ercloyèd country vomits forth To desperate adventures and assured destruction. You sleeping safe, they bring to you unrest; You having lands and blessed with beauteous wives, They would restrain the one, distain the other. And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow, Long kept in Brittany at our mother’s cost, A milksop, one that never in his life Felt so much cold as overshoes in snow? Let’s whip these stragglers o’er the seas again, Lash hence these overweening rags of France, These famished beggars weary of their lives, Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit, For want of means, poor rats, had hanged themselves. If we be conquered, let men conquer us, And not these bastard Bretons, whom our fathers Have in their own land beaten, bobbed, and thumped, And in record left them the heirs of shame. Shall these enjoy our lands, lie with our wives, Ravish our daughters?Drum afar off. Hark, I hear their drum. Fight, gentlemen of England.—Fight, bold yeomen.— Draw, archers; draw your arrows to the head.— Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood. Amaze the welkin with your broken staves.—

Enter a Messenger.

What says Lord Stanley? Will he bring his power? MESSENGER  My lord, he doth deny to come. RICHARD  Off with his son George’s head! NORFOLK  My lord, the enemy is past the marsh. After the battle let George Stanley die. RICHARD  A thousand hearts are great within my bosom. Advance our standards. Set upon our foes. Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons. Upon them! Victory sits on our helms. They exit.

[world-of-wales]

'No longer use my title'

I'll not post the statement here, but this is literally the barest of bare minimums. Also completely inconsequential since the titles are just 'in abeyance'

[grits-gal-raised-in-the-south]

Tom Bower on King Charles' Handling of Andrew

[reignof-fyre]

I can only liken Alicent and Viserys' marriage to that of Elizabeth Woodville and Edward IV.

Elizabeth Woodville was, according to the times she lived, pretty much a commoner. She was the daughter of Richard Woodville, 1st Earl Rivers, and Jacquetta of Luxembourg. Her fathers title had to be swiftly thought up because Jacquetta, former aunt-by-marriage to the actual king, married so below her class. They earned even more titles and honors when Margaret of Anjou married Henry VI, whose brother was Jacquetta's brother in law.

So, in short, Elizabeth Woodville was the daughter of a noble and a servant. She, at the time of her marriage to Edward IV, was a widow and mother of two sons. She was not considered a good match for Edward, but according to history, it was a love match and they married in secret, and once out in the open, it caused an absolute shit show because Warwick, the Kingmaker, had planned on marrying Edward to the Princess Bona of France, but was completely blindsided by Edward's marriage to Elizabeth, a commoner. One of his own subjects.

Richard Neville, the Earl of Warwick, all but made Edward King and believed he would be enriched and given a multitude of honors for the troubles he went through to get Edward on the throne, but with Edwards marriage to Elizabeth came her sons and siblings and in-laws etc, and so her family were given riches and honors and lavish marriages rather than Warwick, which infuriated him (rightfully so, imo).

Warwick and Edward's dislike turned to pretty much open warfare, and several times would Warwick try and overthrow Edward, first with Edward's brother George, Duke of Clarence, by using the age old rumor that Edward was illegitimate and marrying George to Warwick's daughter Isabelle Neville, and Warwick executed Elizabeth's father Richard and brother John.

The second time, Warwick and George allied themselves with Margaret of Anjou and her and Henry VI's son Edward. Warwick's daughter Anne Neville was married to Edward, the Lancastrian heir, as part of the agreement, and Henry VI was put back on the throne, but it didn't last long, because Warwick and Edward's (son of Margaret) were killed in battle and the rebellion pretty much fell apart.

George, Duke of Clarence, would later be executed by being drowned, allegedly, in a vat of malmsey wine, for other reasons, and Edward's youngest brother, Richard, would usurp the throne from his nephew and become Richard III. He would be overthrown by Henry Tudor, who would marry Elizabeth of York, daughter of Edward IV and Elizabeth Woodville.

There was already a lot of unrest in England at this time, prior to Edward IV's marriage to Elizabeth, of course, but the king marrying a commoner and giving her oh, so common family honors and riches, snubbing the nobility, surely didn't help matters.

It's why I liken it to Alicent and Viserys. Alicent is pretty much a commoner. The daughter of a second son with barely a dowry - or one paid by her uncle, Lord Hightower - no lands, no armies, no armada, etc - so it makes sense that the rest of the nobility are mad, are kind of disgusted, but it annoys me that they're not more put out about it, which would be realistic, especially considering that the lords didn't bother putting their daughter's forth because they believed it to be a foregone conclusion that Viserys would stick with tradition and marry Laena Velaryon, a lady of Valyrian/Targaryen blood, but he didn't, and insulted a great many lords and young maidens, but of course that isn't shown in the show whatsoever 🙄

[princessanneftw]

princesseugenie Jack and I wanted to share the news that we had our little boy, Ernest George Ronnie Brooksbank on 30th May 2023 at 8.49 weighing 7.1lbs.

He is named after his great great great Grandfather, his Grandpa George and my Grandpa Ronald.

Augie is loving being a big brother already.

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