The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 4 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 4 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_K. Rich._ Ay, no; no, ay; for I must nothing be;[1618][1638][1641]
Therefore no no, for I resign to thee.[1618][1638][1642]
Now mark me, how I will undo myself:[1618]
I give this heavy weight from off my head[1618]
And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,[1618] 205
The pride of kingly sway from out my heart;[1618]
With mine own tears I wash away my balm,[1618][1643]
With mine own hands I give away my crown,[1618]
With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,[1618]
With mine own breath release all duty's rites:[1618][1644] 210
All pomp and majesty I do forswear;[1618]
My manors, rents, revenues I forego;[1618][1645]
My acts, decrees, and statutes I deny:[1618]
God pardon all oaths that are broke to me![1618]
God keep all vows unbroke that swear to thee![1618][1646] 215
Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved,[1618]
And thou with all pleased, that hast all achieved![1618]
Long mayst thou live in Richard's seat to sit,[1618][1647]
And soon lie Richard in an earthy pit![1618][1647][1648]
God save King Harry, unking'd Richard says,[1618][1647][1649] 220
And send him many years of sunshine days![1618][1647][1650]
What more remains?[1618]
_North._ No more, but that you read[1618][1651]
These accusations and these grievous crimes[1618]
Committed by your person and your followers[1618]
Against the state and profit of this land;[1618] 225
That, by confessing them, the souls of men[1618]
May deem that you are worthily deposed.[1618]
_K. Rich._ Must I do so? and must I ravel out[1618]
My weaved-up folly? Gentle Northumberland,[1618][1652]
If thy offences were upon record,[1618] 230
Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop[1618]
To read a lecture of them? If thou wouldst,[1618][1653]
There shouldst thou find one heinous article,[1618]
Containing the deposing of a king[1618]
And cracking the strong warrant of an oath,[1618] 235
Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaven:[1618]
Nay, all of you that stand and look upon,[1618][1654]
Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself,[1618][1655]
Though some of you with Pilate wash your hands[1618]
Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates[1618][1656] 240
Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross,[1618][1657]
And water cannot wash away your sin.[1618]
_North._ My lord, dispatch; read o'er these articles.[1618]
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