...Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king! Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and bloud n, and now you pick a quarrel to beguile — 1 am a king ? Car. My lord, wise men ne'er wail their present But presently prevent the ways to...

...iii. sc. 3. and with what an innate nobility of heart does he repress the homage of his attendants! " K?DOEOFO O'0 HF / O O^M(1 M(N B Inn», and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : 1 live with bread like you,...

...ordinary man who suffers as well as a king when he comments poignantly to his remaining supporters: "I live with bread like you, feel want,/ Taste grief, need friends" (175-176) D. Realizing his cause is lost, Richard generously releases his remaining soldiers "To ear...

...away, marked Richard's realisation of the vulnerability of his position and his all-too-human frailty: 'I live with bread like you, feel want, / Taste grief, need friends' (III ii. 175-6). These last two words become a cry of anguish, the vowels stretched out to breaking...

...fiction of royal prerogatives of any kind, and all that remains is the feeble human nature of a king: mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence, throw...subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king? The fiction of the oneness of the double body breaks apart. Godhead and manhood of the King's Two Bodies,...

...king, making dust his paper and writing sorrow on the bosom of the earth, saying to his courtiers, "I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief,...Subjected thus, how can you say to me I am a king?" William Safire can say so, and so can Arianna Huffington. " / will seek the bright light and open spaces...

...impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king! Cover your heads and mock not flesh...duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: ACKMOWLEDGMEMTS Hurlyburly by David Rabe. Copyright® 1985 by Ralako Corp. Reprinted by permission...

...not just by his status but by his very nature. So Richard II finds his own mere humanity a puzzle: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief,...subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king? (Richard //, Ill.ii) But this 'subjection' is precisely what the true king of kings embraced. He demonstrated...

...impregnable, and humour' d thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king! Cover your heads and mock not flesh...respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you nave but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends:...

...Keeps death his Court, and there the Antique sits, Scoffing his State, and grinning at his Pomp! . . . Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood, With solemn reverence; throw away Respect, Obeysance, Form and Ceremonious Duty, For you have but mistook me all this while, I live with bread...