As far as I
understand a play about ambition, too much of it and the tension between being
Christian and being passive in the world.
“Duchess of
Gloster:
Why droops my
lord, like over-ripen’d corn
Hanging the head
at Ceres’ plenteous load?
Why doth the
great Duke Humphrey knit his brows,
As frowning at
the favours of the world?
Why are thine
eyes fixt to the sullen earth,
Glazing on that
which seems to dim thy sight?
What seest thou
there? King Henry’s diadem,
Enchased with
all the honours of the world?
If so, gaze on,
and grovel on thy face,
Until thy head
be circled with the same.
Put forth thy
hand, reach at the glorious gold: -
What, is’t too
short? I’ll lenthen it with mine;
And, having both
together heaved it up,
We’ll both
together lift our heads to heaven,
And never more
abase our sight so low
As to vouchsafe
one glance unto the ground.” (Shapespeare, 1994, p.34).
“Queen Margeret:
(…) And Humphrey
is no little man in England.
First note, that
he is near you in descent;
And should you
fall, he is the next will mount.” (Shapespeare, 1994, p.44).
“Dick:
They are all in
order, and march toward us.
Jack Cade:
But then we are
in order when we are most out of
Order. Cmoe,
march forward.” (Shapespeare, 1994, p.56).
“Queen Margaret:
Away my lord! You
are slow; for shame, away!
King Henry:
Can we outrun
the heavens? Good Margaret stay.
Queen Margaret:
What are you
made of? You’ll nor fight not fly:” (Shapespeare, 1994, p.64).
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