Take Hereford's rights away, and take from Time His charters and his customary rights; Let not to-morrow then ensue to-day; Be not thyself; for how art thou a king But by fair sequence and succession?
If you take Hereford's rights away, you take from Time His laws and his customs; Don't let tomorrow undo today; Don't stop being yourself; for how can you be a king Except by rightful succession?
Duke of York · Act 2, Scene 1
York pleads with Richard not to seize Bolingbroke's inheritance, warning that to violate the law of succession is to destroy the foundation of the crown itself. The line matters because it articulates the legal and moral argument against Richard's act—and because York is right. Richard's violation of Bolingbroke's rights becomes the justification for Bolingbroke's rebellion.
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:
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this fertile womb of royal kings, Feared by their kind and famous for their birth, Renowned for their deeds far beyond our shores, For Christian service and true chivalry, As famous as the tomb of Jesus in stubborn Judea, This land of such dear souls, this beloved land, Loved for her reputation worldwide, Is now rented out, I die saying it, Like a cheap rental property or shabby farm:
Duke of York · Act 2, Scene 1
Gaunt, dying and heartbroken, pours out his vision of England as a paradise that has been corrupted and sold off by a weak king. The speech endures because it transforms political failure into poetry, making a sick old man sound like a prophet mourning a fallen Eden. It defines the entire tragedy that follows: a kingdom that was once glorious has been reduced to a rental property by a king who does not understand what he holds.
We were not born to sue, but to command; Which since we cannot do to make you friends Be ready, as your lives shall answer it, At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day: There shall your swords and lances arbitrate The swelling difference of your settled hate:
We weren't born to beg, but to rule; And since we can't make you friends, Be prepared, as your lives will depend on it, At Coventry, on Saint Lambert's day: There, your swords and lances will settle The growing conflict of your long-standing hatred:
Duke of York · Act 1, Scene 1
Richard sits on his throne unable to stop two nobles from fighting, so he cancels the combat and exiles both men. The line reveals his fatal weakness from the very start: he confuses the right to command with the ability to inspire obedience. Richard believes his crown makes him powerful, but he has just proven that he cannot make any two men obey him without force.