_K. Rich._ Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see:[1618] And yet salt water blinds them not so much[1618] 245 But they can see a sort of traitors here.[1618] Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,[1618] I find myself a traitor with the rest;[1618] For I have given here my soul's consent[1618] To undeck the pompous body of a king;[1618][1658] 250 Made glory base and sovereignty a slave,[1618][1659] Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant.[1618] _North._ My lord,--[1618] _K. Rich._ No lord of thine, thou haught insulting man,[1618][1660] Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title,[1618][1661] 255 No, not that name was given me at the font,[1618] But 'tis usurp'd: alack the heavy day,[1618] That I have worn so many winters out,[1618] And know not now what name to call myself![1618] O that I were a mockery king of snow,[1618][1662] 260 Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,[1618] To melt myself away in water-drops![1618] Good king, great king, and yet not greatly good,[1618][1663] An if my word be sterling yet in England,[1618][1664] Let it command a mirror hither straight,[1618][1665] 265 That it may show me what a face I have,[1618] Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.[1618][1666] _Boling._ Go some of you and fetch a looking-glass.[1618] [_Exit an attendant._[1618][1667] _North._ Read o'er this paper while the glass doth come.[1618] _K. Rich._ Fiend, thou torment'st me ere I come to hell![1618][1668] 270 _Boling._ Urge it no more, my Lord Northumberland.[1618] _North._ The commons will not then be satisfied.[1618] _K. Rich._ They shall be satisfied: I'll read enough,[1618] When I do see the very book indeed[1618] Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself.[1618] 275 _Re-enter_ Attendant, _with a glass_.[1618][1669] Give me the glass, and therein will I read.[1618][1670][1671] No deeper wrinkles yet? hath sorrow struck[1618][1670] So many blows upon this face of mine,[1618][1670] And made no deeper wounds? O flattering glass,[1618][1670] Like to my followers in prosperity,[1618][1670] 280 Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face[1618][1672][1673][1674] That every day under his household roof[1618][1673] Did keep ten thousand men? was this the face[1618][1673][1675][1676] That, like the sun, did make beholders wink?[1618][1673][1676] Was this the face that faced so many follies,[1618][1673][1677][1678] 285 And was at last out-faced by Bolingbroke?[1618][1678][1679] A brittle glory shineth in this face:[1618][1678] As brittle as the glory is the face;[1618][1678]