Richard 4 Flashcards
What subject can give sentence on his King?
And who sits here that is not Richards subject?
If you crown him, let me prophesy
The blood of English shall manure the ground
Prevent it, resist it, let it not be so, Lest child
Child’s children, cry against you ‘Woe’
I hardly yet have learned To insinuate,
Flatter, bow, and bend my knee
So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve, found truth in all but one;
I, in twelve thousand, none
Now is this golden crown like a deep well
That owes two buckets, filling one another
The emptier ever dancing in the air
The other down, unseen, and full of water
That bucket down, and full of tears, am I
Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high
My care is
Loss of care
Now, mark me how I will undo myself. I give this heavy weight from off my head,
And this unwieldy sceptre from my head
With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,
With mine own breath release all duteous oaths
Long mayst thou live in Richards seat to sit,
And soon lie Richard in an earthy pit
And must I ravel out
My weaved-up follies?
yet you Pilates have here delivered me to my sour cross,
And water cannot wash away your sin
Nay if I turn mine eyes upon myself
I find myself a traitor with the rest
I have no name
No title
O, that I were a mockery-king of snow, Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke
To melt myself away in water-drops!
No deeper wrinkles yet? Bath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine
And made no deeper wounds?
Was this the face that faced so many follies,
And was at last out-faced by Bolingbroke?
For there it is
Cracked in a hundred shivers
O good: convey! Conveyers are you all
That rise thus nimbly by a true kings fall
That woes to come: the children yet unborn shall feel this day
As sharp to them as a thorn
