King Richard he is in the mighty hold of Bollingbrook.
And with that odds he weighs King Richard down.
Yet I will remember the favours of these men. Were they not mine? Did they not sometimes cry 'All hail' to me?
And now they all turn against me. For Bollingbrook. The new King Bollingbrook!
But that you read these accusations and these grevious crimes commited by your person.
Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails May tear a passage through the flinty ribs Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls, And, for they cannot, die in their own pride. Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves That they are not the first of fortune's slaves, Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame, That many have and others must sit there; And in this thought they find a kind of ease, Bearing their own misfortunes on the back Of such as have before endured the like. Thus play I in one person many people, And none contented: sometimes am I king; Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar, And so I am: then crushing penury Persuades me I was better when a king; Then am I king'd again: and by and by Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be, Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased With being nothing.
Must I do so? Would it not shame thee, in so fair troop, to read a lecture of them?
I cannot live knowing I serve a counterfeit master. I must get rid of this new 'King' !
Take deposed Richard to the tower. I have had enough of this wretch!
Please pardon my son!
What have I done!
Please punish this traitor that I hate to call my 'son'!