King Richard.Why, so we will.

Come, fool, be thou our numbering clock and tell

Item by item all that’s left to us

Unhappy kings, brothers in wretchedness.

Lear. A plague upon ye both that will not curse

The authors of your woes, that will not vex

The heavens with prayers for their undoing. Curse

On curse I’ll heap upon the heads of those

She wolves, my daughters, sprung from out my loins;

The kingdom’s ruin and their father’s bane.