[Dashes the glass against the ground.[1618][1678][1680]
For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers.[1618][1678][1681]
Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport,[1618][1678][1682]290
How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face.[1618]
Boling. The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd[1618]
The shadow of your face.[1618]
K. Rich. Say that again.[1618][1683]
The shadow of my sorrow! ha! let's see:[1618][1683]
'Tis very true, my grief lies all within;[1618][1683]295
And these external manners of laments[1618][1683][1684]
Are merely shadows to the unseen grief,[1618][1683]
That swells with silence in the tortured soul;[1618][1683]
There lies the substance: and I thank thee, king,[1618][1685]
For thy great bounty, that not only givest[1618][1686]300
Me cause to wail but teachest me the way[1618]
How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon,[1618]
And then be gone and trouble you no more.[1618]
Shall I obtain it?[1618]
Boling. Name it, fair cousin.[1618][1687]
K. Rich. 'Fair cousin'? I am greater than a king:[1618][1688]305
For when I was a king, my flatterers[1618][1689]
Were then but subjects; being now a subject,[1618][1689]
I have a king here to my flatterer.[1618][1689]
Being so great, I have no need to beg.[1618][1689]
Boling. Yet ask.[1618]310
K. Rich. And shall I have?[1618][1690]