Richard IIIIt is not what I did, but what I could not do; not who I was, but what they made of me that is remembered: and, all that was his by nature he has put on to me, to make his crimes seem fitting on my memory. It was not a time for compassion, when all, even governance followed the Italian model; yet, I dreaded unkindness, and forgiveness undid me. They were a breed for that age: ruthless, illegitimate, ignorant of family ties, but wise in the arts of manipulation. To England, they brought glory: I had no offer but peace, and justice. In every generation since, justice has spoken for me. Nonetheless, men love glory, and the clamour of mobs drowns the few voices that proclaim my innocence, my friendship, my justice. It is not what I did, but what she did, they crave; not who I was, but what she made of them that is remembered: an England of riches, a people rich in glory, doing justice.