King Richard II Flashcards
TIME
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me - Richard
SEA BALM
Not all the water in the rough rude sea / Can wash the balm off from an anointed king; - Richard
GAUNT ISLE
“This royal throne of kings, this scepter’d isle, / This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, / This other Eden, demi-paradise, / . . . This precious stone set in the silver sea . . .” - Gaunt
HASTE
“Pray God we may make haste, and come too late!” - Richard
TO A
“Alack, why am I sent for to a King?” - Richard
JESUS
“So did Judas to Christ, but he in twelve/Found truth in all but one; I, in twelve thousand, none.” - Richard
DEPOSE
“You may my glories and my state depose,/ But not my griefs, still I am king of those” - Richard
CARE
” My care is loss of care, by old care done/ Your care is gain of care, by new care won/The cares I give, I have, though given away, yet still with me they stay.”
TEARS BALM
“With mine own tears I wash away my balm,” - Richard
FACE
“Is this the face which faced so many follies,/That was at last outfaced by Bollingbroke?” - Richard
FAUSTUS - 1588
FAIR COUSIN
“Fair Cousin? I am greater than a King/ For when I was a king, my flatterers/ Were then but subjets. Being now a subject,/I have a king here to my flatterer.” - Richard
GOD SAVE
“Whilst all tongues cried ‘God save thee, Bolingbroke!” - York
“No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home”
PRISON WORLD
‘I have been studying how I may compare/this prison where I live unto the world/and, for because the world is populous/and here is not a creature but myself,/I cannot do it yet I’ll hammer’t out’ - Richard
PEOPLE
My brain prove the female to my soul,/my soul the father, and these two beget/a generation of still breeding thoughts;/and the same thoughts people in this little world’
‘For no thought is contented. The better sort,/as thoughts of things divine, or intermixed/with scruples and you set the word itself/against the word’ - Richard
HOLY LAND
I’ll make a voyage to the holy land/to wash this blood off from my guilty hand/March sadly after; Grace my mornings here/weeping after this untimely bier - Bolingbroke