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you had been willing to resign.

       KING RICHARD.

       My crown I am; but still my griefs are mine.

       You may my glories and my state depose,

       But not my griefs; still am I king of those.

       BOLINGBROKE.

       Part of your cares you give me with your crown.

       KING RICHARD.

       Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down.

       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;

       They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.

       BOLINGBROKE.

       Are you contented to resign the crown?

       KING RICHARD.

       Ay, no; no, ay; for I must nothing be;

       Therefore no no, for I resign to thee.

       Now mark me how I will undo myself:

       I give this heavy weight from off my head,

       And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,

       The pride of kingly sway from out my heart;

       With mine own tears I wash away my balm,

       With mine own hands I give away my crown,

       With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,

       With mine own breath release all duteous rites:

       All pomp and majesty I do forswear;

       My manors, rents, revenues, I forgo;

       My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny:

       God pardon all oaths that are broke to me!

       God keep all vows unbroke are made to thee!

       Make me, that nothing have, with nothing griev’d,

       And thou with all pleas’d, that hast an achiev’d!

       Long mayst thou live in Richard’s seat to sit,

       And soon lie Richard in an earthly pit!

       God save King Henry, unking’d Richard says,

       And send him many years of sunshine days!

       What more remains?

       NORTHUMBERLAND.

       [Offering a paper.] No more, but that you read

       These accusations, and these grievous crimes

       Committed by your person and your followers

       Against the state and profit of this land;

       That, by confessing them, the souls of men

       May deem that you are worthily depos’d.

       KING RICHARD.

       Must I do so? And must I ravel out

       My weav’d-up follies? Gentle Northumberland,

       If thy offences were upon record,

       Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop

       To read a lecture of them? If thou wouldst,

       There shouldst thou find one heinous article,

       Containing the deposing of a king

       And cracking the strong warrant of an oath,

       Mark’d with a blot, damn’d in the book of heaven.

       Nay, all of you that stand and look upon me

       Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself,

       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.

       NORTHUMBERLAND.

       My lord, dispatch; read o’er these articles.

       KING RICHARD.

       Mine eyes are full of tears; I cannot see:

       And yet salt water blinds them not so much

       But they can see a sort of traitors here.

       Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,

       I find myself a traitor with the rest;

       For I have given here my soul’s consent

       T’undeck the pompous body of a king;

       Made glory base, and sovereignty a slave,

       Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant.

       NORTHUMBERLAND.

       My lord,—

       KING RICHARD.

       No lord of thine, thou haught insulting man,

       Nor no man’s lord; I have no name, no title,

       No, not that name was given me at the font,

       But ‘tis usurp’d: alack the heavy day!

       That I have worn so many winters out,

       And know not now what name to call myself!

       O! that I were a mockery king of snow,

       Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke

       To melt myself away in waterdrops!

       Good king, great king,—and yet not greatly good,

       An if my word be sterling yet in England,

       Let it command a mirror hither straight,

       That it may show me what a face I have,

       Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.

       BOLINGBROKE.

       Go some of you and fetch a looking-glass.

       [Exit an Attendant.]

       NORTHUMBERLAND.

       Read o’er this paper while the glass doth come.

       KING RICHARD.

       Fiend! thou torments me ere I come to hell.

       BOLINGBROKE.

       Urge it no more, my Lord Northumberland.

       NORTHUMBERLAND.

       The Commons will not then be satisfied.

       KING RICHARD.

       They shall be satisfied; I’ll read enough,

       When I do see the very book indeed

       Where all my sins are writ, and that’s myself.

       [Re-enter Attendant, with glass.]

       Give me that glass, and therein will I read.

       No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck

       So many blows upon this face of mine

       And made no deeper wounds? O flatt’ring glass!

       Like to my followers in prosperity,

       Thou dost beguile me. Was this face the face

       That every day under his household roof

       Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the face

       That like the sun did make beholders wink?

       Is this the face which fac’d so many follies

       That was at last out-fac’d by Bolingbroke?

       A brittle glory shineth in this face:

       As brittle as the glory is the face;

       [Dashes the glass against the ground.]

       For there it is, crack’d in a hundred shivers.

       Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport,

       How soon my sorrow hath destroy’d my face.