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nf7mate 02-May-08, 12:01 |
Richard II by William Shakespeare |
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nf7mate 02-May-08, 12:21 |
...The concept of Kings being ordained by God is certainly a Biblical concept. Richard and his allies believe that the King derives his authority to rule from God, and rebellion against the King is tantamount to rebellion against God. The question of whether or not it is sinful to rebel against the King is one of the central issues of the play. |
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nf7mate 07-May-08, 12:13 |
Act OneThe language I have learned these forty years, My native English, now I must forego: And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol or a harp. Next, after Richard reduces Bolingbroke's banishment from ten years to four, Bolingbroke acknowledges the power of the words of a king: How long a time lies in one little word! Four lagging winters and four wanton springs End in a word: such is the breath of kings. It's not surprising that Shakespeare would present language as such a powerful force, considering his mastery of the use of the English language. |
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nf7mate 07-May-08, 12:21 |
Act OneAll places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity. Gaunt's advice is reasonable if one accepts the premise that the judgement of the king is infallible and not to be questioned; after all, if one cannot change his surroundings, he may as well make the best of it. Bolingbroke rejects his father's advice. He rejects the notion that he should try to have a positive attitude about his banishment, and in so doing rejects the notion of the infallibility of the king. Bolingbroke agrees to obey the king but only out of respect for his power, not because he believes the king to be divinely appointed nor his judgement unquestionable. Here is Bolingbroke's rejection of 'positive thinking': O! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? O, no! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse. |
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nf7mate 16-May-08, 09:58 |
Act TwoThis royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry, Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son, This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself. Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life, How happy then were my ensuing death! |
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nf7mate 16-May-08, 09:59 |
Act TwoAnd thou, too careless patient as thou art, Commit'st thy anointed body to the cure Of those physicians that first wounded thee: A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown, Whose compass is no bigger than thy head; |
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Richard is doomed |
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nf7mate 20-May-08, 11:57 |
rilke |
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nf7mate 20-May-08, 11:57 |
Act ThreeBefore he is given news of the defeat of the Welsh army and York's defection to Bolingbroke: Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king; The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord: For every man that Bolingbroke hath pressed To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown, God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay A glorious angel: then, if angels fight, Weak men must fall, for heaven still guards the right. And after he is given the bad news: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, Let's choose executors and talk of wills. |
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nf7mate 20-May-08, 11:58 |
Act ThreeWhat must the king do now? Must he submit? The king shall do it: must he be deposed? The king shall be contented: must he lose The name of king? o' God's name, let it go: I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave. |
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nf7mate 16-Jun-08, 07:12 |
Act FourMy grief lies all within; and these external manners of laments are merely shadows of the unseen grief that swells with silence in the tortured soul. All I can say is....wow. |