Gardener
Pardon me, madam: little joy have I
To breathe this news; yet what I say is true.
King Richard, he is in the mighty hold
Of Bolingbroke: their fortunes both are weigh’d:
In your lord’s scale is nothing but himself,
And some few vanities that make him light;
But in the balance of great Bolingbroke,
Besides himself, are all the English peers,
And with that odds he weighs King Richard down.
Post you to London, and you will find it so;
I speak no more than every one doth know.
May 15, 2009 at 9:14 pm |
[...] but death” (3.2.144-154); “In your lord’s scale is nothing but himself,” (3.4.81-91); “for I must nothing be”, “Make me, that nothing have, with nothing [...]