_K. Rich._ O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption! Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man![1367] 130 Snakes, in my heart-blood warm'd, that sting my heart! Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas! Would they make peace? terrible hell make war Upon their spotted souls for this offence![1368] _Scroop._ Sweet love, I see, changing his property,[1369] 135 Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate: Again uncurse their souls; their peace is made With heads, and not with hands: those whom you curse[1370] Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound[1371] And lie full low, graved in the hollow ground.[1372] 140 _Aum._ Is Bushy, Green and the Earl of Wiltshire dead? _Scroop._ Ay, all of them at Bristol lost their heads.[1373] _Aum._ Where is the duke my father with his power? _K. Rich._ No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs; 145 Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.[1374] Let's choose executors and talk of wills: And yet not so, for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? 150 Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth[1375] Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground[1376] 155 And tell sad stories of the death of kings: How some have been deposed; some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;[1377] Some poison'd by their wives; some sleeping kill'd; All murder'd: for within the hollow crown 160 That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antique sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, 165 Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin[1378] Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king![1379] 170 Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood[1380] With solemn reverence: throw away respect,[1380] Tradition, form and ceremonious duty,[1381] For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want,[1382] 175 Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus,[1382][1383][1384] How can you say to me, I am a king?[1382][1384][1385]