Letting go of what makes you.
“King Richard: Why,
uncle, thou hast many years to live.
John of Gaunt:
But not a minute, king, that thou canst give:
Shorten my days
thou canst with sullen sorrow,
And pluck nights
from me, but not lend a morrow;” (Shakespeare, 1995, p.364).
“Queen: (…)
I will despair,
and be at enmity
With cozening
hope, - he is a flatterer,
A parasite, a
keeper-back of death,
Who gently would
dissolve the bands of life.” (Shakespeare, 1995, p.369).
“King Richard: (…)
As a long-parted
mother with her child
Plays fondly with
her tears and smiles in meeting,
So, weeping,
smiling, greet I thee, my earth,
And do thee
favours with my royal hands.
Feed not thy sovereign’s
foe, my gentle earth,
Nor with thy
sweets comfort his ravenous sense;
But let thy
spiders, that suck up thy venom,
And heavy gaited
toads, lie in their way,
Doing annoyance
to the treacherous deed,
Which with
usurping steps do trample thee.” (Shakespeare, 1995, p.373).
“King Richard:
No matter where;
- of comfort no man speak:
Let’s talk of
graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Make dust our
paper, and with rainy eyes,
Write sorrow on
the bosom of the earth.
Let’s choose
executors, and talk of wills:
And yet not so, -
for what can we bequeath
Save our deposed
bodies to the ground?
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
Which serves as
paste and cover to our bones.
For God’s sake,
let us sit upon the ground,
And tell sad stor’es
of the death of kings: -
How some have
been deposed; some slain in war;
Sime haunted by
the ghosts they have deposed;
Some poison’d by
their wives; some sleeping kill’d.
Akk murder’d: -
for within the hollow crown
That rounds the
mortal temples of a king
Keeps Death his
court.” (Shakespeare, 1995, p.374).
“King Richard:
Cover your heads,
and mock not flesh and blood
With solemn
reverence; throw away respect,
Tradition, form,
and ceremonious duty;
For you have
mistook me all the while:
I live like you,
feel want,
Taste grief, need
friends; - subjected thus,
How can you say
to me, I am a king?” (Shakespeare, 1995, p.374).
“King Richard: (…)
Go to Flint
castle: there I’ll pine away;
A king, a woe’s
slave, shall kingly woe obey.
That power I
have, discharge; and let them go
To hear the land
that hath some hope to grow,
For I have none:
- let no man speak again
To alter this,
for counsel is but vain.” (Shakespeare, 1995, p.374).
“Henry
Bolingbroke:
My gracious lord,
I come for my own.
King Richard:
Your own is
yours, and I am yours, and all.” (Shakespeare, 1995, p.376).
“King Richard:
God save the
king! Although I be not he;
And yet amen, if
heaven do think him me. –“ (Shakespeare, 1995, p.379).
“King Richard:
Give me the
crown. – Here, cousin, seize the crown;
Here cousin:
On this side my
hand, and on that side yours.” (Shakespeare, 1995, p.380).
“Henry
Bolingbroke:
I thought you had
been willing to resign.
King Richard: My
crown I am; but still my griefs are mine:
You may my
glories and my state depose,
But not my
griefs; still I am king of those.” (Shakespeare, 1995, p.380).
“Henry Bolingbroke:
Are you contented
to resign the crown?
King Richard:
Ay, no; - no, ay;
for I must nothing be;
Therefore no no;
for I resign to thee.
Now mark me, how
I will undo myself.
(…)
Make me, that
nothing have, with nothing grieved,
And thou with all
pleased, that hast all achieved!” (Shakespeare, 1995, p.380).
“King Richard: (…)
but whate’er
I be,
Nor I, nor any
man that but man is,
With nothing
shall he pleased, till he be eased
With being
nothing.” (Shakespeare, 1995, p.386).