O that I could forget what I have been, Or not remember what I must be now! Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to beat, Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.
Oh, that I could forget who I was, Or not remember what I must now become! Are you swelling, proud heart? I'll let you beat, Since our enemies have beaten us.
King Richard II · Act 3, Scene 3
Richard stands at Flint Castle, moments before surrendering to Bolingbroke, torn between his memory of being king and the reality of becoming nothing. The line captures the psychological heart of the play: identity itself is unstable, and the fall from kingship is a fall into non-existence. Richard cannot simply accept this—he must acknowledge the grief of losing himself.
My lord, I am too young to be your father, Though you are old enough to be my heir. What you will have, I'll give, and willing too; For do we must what force will have us do.
My gracious lord, I am too young to be your father, Though you are old enough to be my heir. I'll give you what you ask, willingly, For we must do what force demands.
King Richard II · Act 3, Scene 3
Richard, having surrendered Flint Castle without a fight, turns to Bolingbroke with this chilling line of acceptance. He acknowledges that Bolingbroke is now his heir and superior, and speaks of obeying force rather than law. The line marks the moment Richard stops resisting and begins to accept the logic of power: whoever can take the crown will have it, regardless of divine right.
What 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:
What must the king do now? Must he submit? The king shall do it: must he be deposed? The king will accept it: must he lose The title of king? For God's sake, let it go:
King Richard II · Act 3, Scene 3
Standing before Bolingbroke with no army left, Richard speaks to himself as if he were a third party, detaching from his own tragedy. He rehearses the logic of defeat: submit, be deposed, lose his name—each acceptance leading to the next with the inevitability of a cascade. The line shows Richard beginning to transform his loss into theatrical performance.