K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught insulting man,[1618][1660]
Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title,[1618][1661]255
No, not that name was given me at the font,[1618]
But 'tis usurp'd: alack the heavy day,[1618]
That I have worn so many winters out,[1618]
And know not now what name to call myself![1618]
O that I were a mockery king of snow,[1618][1662]260
Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,[1618]
To melt myself away in water-drops![1618]
Good king, great king, and yet not greatly good,[1618][1663]
An if my word be sterling yet in England,[1618][1664]
Let it command a mirror hither straight,[1618][1665]265
That it may show me what a face I have,[1618]
Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.[1618][1666]
Boling. Go some of you and fetch a looking-glass.[1618]
[Exit an attendant.[1618][1667]
North. Read o'er this paper while the glass doth come.[1618]
K. Rich. Fiend, thou torment'st me ere I come to hell![1618][1668]270
Boling. Urge it no more, my Lord Northumberland.[1618]
North. The commons will not then be satisfied.[1618]
K. Rich. They shall be satisfied: I'll read enough,[1618]
When I do see the very book indeed[1618]
Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself.[1618]275
Re-enter Attendant, with a glass.[1618][1669]
Give me the glass, and therein will I read.[1618][1670][1671]
No deeper wrinkles yet? hath sorrow struck[1618][1670]
So many blows upon this face of mine,[1618][1670]
And made no deeper wounds? O flattering glass,[1618][1670]
Like to my followers in prosperity,[1618][1670]280
Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face[1618][1672][1673][1674]
That every day under his household roof[1618][1673]
Did keep ten thousand men? was this the face[1618][1673][1675][1676]
That, like the sun, did make beholders wink?[1618][1673][1676]
Was this the face that faced so many follies,[1618][1673][1677][1678]285
And was at last out-faced by Bolingbroke?[1618][1678][1679]
A brittle glory shineth in this face:[1618][1678]
As brittle as the glory is the face;[1618][1678]