“Richard:
I
cannot weep; for all my body’s moisture
Scarce
serves to quench my furnace-burning burden;
Nor
can my tongue unload my heart’s great
For
selfsame wind that I should speak withal
Is
kindling coals that fires all my breat,
And
burns me up with flames that tears would quench.” (Shakespeare, 1994, p.72).
“Richard:
I’ll
leave my son my virtuous deeds behind;
And
would my father had left me no more!
For
all the rest is held at such a rate
As
brings a thousand-fold more care to keep.” (Shakespeare, 1994, p.74).
“Richard:
This
battle fares like to the morning’s war,
When
dying clouds contend with growing light,
What
time the shepherd, blowing of his nails,
Can
neither call it perfect day nor night.
Now
sways it this way, like a mighty sea
Forced
by the tide to combat with the wind;
Now
sways it that way, like the selfsame sea
Forced
to retire by fury of the wind:
Sometime
the flood prevails, and then the wind;
Now
one the better, then another best;
Both
tugging to e victors breast to breast;
Yet
neither conqueror nor conquered;
So
is the equal poise of this fell war.
Here
on this molehill will I sit me down.
To
whom God will, there be the victory.” (Shakespeare, 1994, p.76).
“Richard:
O
God! Methinks it were a happy life,
To
be no better than a homely swain;
To
sit upon a hill, as I do now,
To
carve out dials quaintly, point by pint,
Thereby
to see the minutes how they run, -
How
many makes the hour full complere;
How
many hours brings about the day;
How
many days will finish up the year;
How
many years a mortal man may live.” (Shakespeare, 1994, p.76).
“Lord
Clifford:
And,
Henry, hadst thouh sway’d as kings should do,
Or
as thy father and his father did,
Giving
no ground unto the house of York,
I
and ten thousand in this luckless realm
Had
left no mourning widows for our death.” (Shakespeare, 1994, p.78).
“Earl
of Oxford:
…
while life upholds this arm,
This
arm upholds the house of Lancaster.” (Shakespeare, 1994, p.83).
“Early
of Warwick:
Edward
will always bear himself as king:
Though
fortunate’s malice overthrow my state,
My
mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.” (Shakespeare, 1994, p.88).
“King
Henry:
Therefore,
that I may conquer fortune’s spite,
By
living low, where fortune cannot hurt me.” (Shakespeare, 1994, p.89).