Richard II: Act V, Scene v; First Folio
Richard II Act 5, Scene 5 Richard II
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- I haue bin studying, how to compare
- This Prison where I liue, vnto the World:
- And for because the world is populous,
- And heere is not a Creature, but my selfe,
- I cannot do it: yet Ile hammer’t out.
- My Braine, Ile proue the Female to my Soule,
- My Soule, the Father: and these two beget
- A generation of still breeding Thoughts;
- And these same Thoughts, people this Little World
- In humors, like the people of this world,
- For no thought is contented. The better sort,
- As thoughts of things Diuine, are intermixt
- With scruples, and do set the Faith it selfe
- Against the Faith: as thus: Come litle ones: & then again,
- It is as hard to come, as for a Camell
- To thred the posterne of a Needles eye.
- Thoughts tending to Ambition, they do plot
- Vnlikely wonders; how these vaine weake nailes
- May teare a passage through the Flinty ribbes
- Of this hard world, my ragged prison walles:
- And for they cannot, dye in their owne pride.
- Thoughts tending to Content, flatter themselues,
- That they are not the first of Fortunes slaues,
- Nor shall not be the last. Like silly Beggars,
- Who sitting in the Stockes, refuge their shame
- That many haue, and others must sit there;
- And in this Thought, they finde a kind of ease,
- Bearing their owne misfortune on the backe
- Of such as haue before indur’d the like.
- Thus play I in one Prison, many people,
- And none contented. Sometimes am I King;
- Then Treason makes me wish my selfe a Beggar,
- And so I am. Then crushing penurie,
- Perswades me, I was better when a King:
- Then am I king’d againe: and by and by,
- Thinke that I am vn-king’d by Bullingbrooke,
- And straight am nothing. But what ere I am, Musick
- Nor I, nor any man, that but man is,
- With nothing shall be pleas’d, till he be eas’d
- With being nothing. Musicke do I heare?
- Ha, ha? keepe time: How sowre sweet Musicke is,
- When Time is broke, and no Proportion kept?
- So is it in the Musicke of mens liues:
- And heere haue I the daintinesse of eare,
- To heare time broke in a disorder’d string:
- But for the Concord of my State and Time,
- Had not an eare to heare my true Time broke.
- I wasted Time, and now doth Time waste me:
- For now hath Time made me his numbring clocke;
- My Thoughts, are minutes; and with Sighes they iarre,
- Their watches on vnto mine eyes, the outward Watch,
- Whereto my finger, like a Dialls point,
- Is pointing still, in cleansing them from teares.
- Now sir, the sound that tels what houre it is,
- Are clamorous groanes, that strike vpon my heart,
- Which is the bell: so Sighes, and Teares, and Grones,
- Shew Minutes, Houres, and Times: but my Time
- Runs poasting on, in Bullingbrookes proud ioy,
- While I stand fooling heere, his iacke o’th’ Clocke.
- This Musicke mads me, let it sound no more,
- For though it haue holpe madmen to their wits,
- In me it seemes, it will make wise-men mad:
- Yet blessing on his heart that giues it me;
- For ’tis a signe of loue, and loue to Richard,
- Is a strange Brooch, in this all-hating world.
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