King Richard II by William Shakespeare
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page 73 of 144 (50%)
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KING RICHARD.
But now, the blood of twenty thousand men Did triumph in my face, and they are fled; And till so much blood thither come again Have I not reason to look pale and dead? All souls that will be safe, fly from my side; For time hath set a blot upon my pride. AUMERLE. Comfort, my liege! remember who you are. KING RICHARD. I had forgot myself. Am I not king? Awake, thou coward majesty! thou sleepest. Is not the king's name twenty thousand names? Arm, arm, my name! a puny subject strikes At thy great glory. Look not to the ground, Ye favourites of a king; are we not high? High be our thoughts. I know my uncle York Hath power enough to serve our turn. But who comes here? [Enter SIR STEPHEN SCROOP.] SCROOP. More health and happiness betide my liege Than can my care-tun'd tongue deliver him! KING RICHARD. Mine ear is open and my heart prepar'd: The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold. |
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