Richard 3 Flashcards
I weep for joy to stand upon
My Kingdom once again
So weeping, so smiling greet I thee,
My Earth
Fear not my lord. The power that made you king
Hath power to keep you King in spite of all
And darts his light through ever guilty hole
The murders, treasons and detested sins stand bare and naked trembling at themselves
Not all the water in the rough rude sea
Can wash the balm from an anointed king
But now the blood of twenty thousand men did triumph in my face
And they are fled
Is not the Kings name
Twenty thousand names
White beards have armed their thin and hairless scalps against thy majesty;
Boys with woman’s voices, strive to speak big and clap their female joints stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown
Three judases
Each one thrice worse than Judas
Let’s talk of graves
Of worms and epitaphs
Our land, our lives are Bolingbrokes
And nothing we can call our own, but death
For Gods sake let us sit upon the ground
And tell stories of the death of Kings
Within the hollow crown that rounds the mortal temples of a King
Keeps death his court, and there the antic sits
From Richards night
To Bolingbroke’s fair day
You have misled a prince
A royal king