Richard II

by devinking


Mine eyes are full of tears; I cannot see.

And yet salt water blinds them not so much

But they can see a sort of traitors here.

Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,

I find myself a traitor with the rest;

for I have given here my soul’s consent

T’undeck the pompous body of a king;

Made glory base, a sovereignty a slave,

Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant.