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O, would the deed were good!
For now the devil, that told me I did well,
Says that this deed is chronicled in hell.
Richard II (1595)
His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,
For violent fires soon burn out themselves;
Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short.
Richard II (1595)
Sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.
Richard II (1595)
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite?
Richard II (1595)
Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows,
Which shows like grief itself, but is not so;
For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears,
Divides one thing entire to many objects.
Richard II (1595)
I pardon him, as God shall pardon me.
Richard II (1595)
Music do I hear?
Ha! ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is,
When time is broke and no proportion kept!
Richard II (1595)
I am a subject,
And I challenge law: attorneys are denied me;
And therefore personally I lay my claim
To my inheritance of free descent.
Richard II (1595)
Though some of you with Pilate wash your hands
Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates
Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross,
And water cannot wash away your sin.
Richard II (1595)
Mine honor is my life; both grow in one;
Take honor from me, and my life is done:
Then, dear my liege, mine honor let me try;
In that I live, and for that I will die.
Richard II (1595)
O, but they say the tongues of dying men
Enforce attention like deep harmony:
Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain,
For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.
He that no more must say is listen'd more.
Richard II (1595)
Let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings:
How some have been depos'd, some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd,
Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd;
All murder'd.
Richard II (1595)
I hate the murderer, love him murdered.
The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour,
But neither my good word nor princely favour:
With Cain go wander through shades of night,
And never show thy head by day nor light.
Richard II (1595)
I do defy him, and I spit at him;
Call him a slanderous coward and a villain:
Which to maintain I would allow him odds,
And meet him, were I tied to run afoot
Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps.
Richard II (1595)
Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it
To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou com'st:
Suppose the singing birds musicians;
The grass whereon thou tread'st the presence strew'd;
The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more
Than a delightful measure or a dance.
Richard II (1595)