God save the king! Will no man say amen? Am I both priest and clerk? well then, amen. God save the king! although I be not he; And yet, amen, if heaven do think him me.
God save the king! Will no one say amen? Am I both priest and clerk? Well then, amen. God save the king! although I am not him; And yet, amen, if heaven thinks I am him.
King Richard II · Act 4, Scene 1
Richard, now officially deposed, stands in Westminster Hall and blesses his own replacement king, speaking the liturgy that traditionally binds a kingdom to its monarch. The line is both comic and tragic: Richard is so detached from reality that he plays both priest and congregation, blessing a man who has taken his throne while asking if heaven will accept that substitution.
Now mark me, how I will undo myself; I give this heavy weight from off my head, And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand, The pride of kingly sway from out my heart; With mine own tears I wash away my balm, With mine own hands I give away my crown, With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, With mine own breath release all duty's rites:
Now watch me as I undo myself; I take this heavy weight off my head And this awkward scepter from my hand, The pride of royal power from my heart; With my own tears, I wash away my crown, With my own hands, I give away my crown, With my own words, I deny my royal state, With my own breath, I release all duties:
King Richard II · Act 4, Scene 1
Richard stands in Westminster Hall and performs his own deposition, narrating each step as if watching himself from outside. This moment defines him: he cannot simply lose the crown, he must make poetry of losing it. The line matters because it shows a man who has lost all political power discovering that he can still command language—and for the rest of the play, language becomes his only kingdom.
Say that again. The shadow of my sorrow! ha! let's see: 'Tis very true, my grief lies all within; And these external manners of laments Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul; There lies the substance: and I thank thee, king, For thy great bounty, that not only givest Me cause to wail but teachest me the way How to lament the cause.
Say that again. The shadow of my sorrow! Ha! Let me see: It's very true, my grief is all inside; And these outward signs of sadness Are just shadows of the unseen grief That swells in silence inside the tortured soul; There lies the real pain: and I thank you, king, For your great kindness, that not only gives Me reason to weep but also teaches me how To mourn the cause.
King Richard II · Act 4, Scene 1
Bolingbroke has just told Richard that his tears in the mirror were only shadows of the real grief inside him. Richard seizes on this and thanks his enemy for teaching him how to suffer truly. The moment shows Richard transformed: he is no longer fighting to keep a throne, but discovering depths of feeling and understanding that come only from total loss.