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T’undeck the pompous body of a king;
Made glory base, and sovereignty a slave; [250]
Proud majesty, a subject; state, a peasant.
NORT HUMBERLAND
My lord -
RICHARD
No lord of thine, thou haught, insulting man;
Nor no man’s lord. I have no name, no title;
No, not that name was given me at the font, [255]
But ’tis usurp’d. Alack the heavy day,
That I have worn so many winters out
And know not now what name to call myself!
O that I were a mockery king of snow,
Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke, [260]
To melt myself away in water-drops!
Good king, great king, and yet not greatly good,
An if my word be sterling yet in England
Let it command a mirror hither straight
That it may show me what a face I have [265]
Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.
BOLINGBROKE
Go some of you, and fetch a looking-glass.
NORT HUMBERLAND
Read o’er this paper while the glass doth come.
RICHARD
Fiend, thou torments me ere I come to hell.
BOLINGBROKE
Urge it no more, my Lord Northumberland. [270]
NORT HUMBERLAND
The commons will not then be satisfi’d.
RICHARD
They shall be satisfi’d. I’ll read enough
