My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.
My gracious lord, I come only for what’s mine.
Henry Bolingbroke · Act 3, Scene 3
Bolingbroke kneels before Richard and claims he seeks only his rightful inheritance as Duke of Lancaster, nothing more. The line endures because it is the mask that covers his real ambition—by this point, every man in the room knows he means to take the throne, yet he maintains the fiction of obedience and limited claim. The restraint of the language makes the ambition beneath it all the more apparent.
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:
Henry Bolingbroke · 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.
They love not poison that do poison need, Nor do I thee: though I did wish him dead, I hate the murderer, love him murdered. The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour, But neither my good word nor princely favour: With Cain go wander through shades of night, And never show thy head by day nor light. Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe, That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow: Come, mourn with me for that I do lament, And put on sullen black incontinent: I’ll make a voyage to the Holy Land, To wash this blood off from my guilty hand: March sadly after; grace my mournings here; In weeping after this untimely bier.
Those who need poison don’t love it, And I don’t love you: though I wanted him dead, I hate the killer, but pity the one who was killed. You shall bear the guilt of conscience for your actions, But neither my good word nor my royal favor: Go wander with Cain through the shadows of night, And never show your face in daylight or light. Lords, I swear, my soul is full of sorrow, That blood should stain me to make me grow: Come, mourn with me for what I grieve, And put on black immediately: I’ll make a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, To wash this blood from my guilty hands: March sadly after me; join me in mourning here; Follow me weeping after this untimely coffin.
Henry Bolingbroke · Act 5, Scene 6
Henry rejects Exton's murderous gift and condemns him to wander the earth like Cain, then announces his own pilgrimage to the Holy Land to wash the blood from his hands. The speech matters because it shows a man who has gotten what he wanted—the crown—and discovered it is poisoned; he has become a murderer's accomplice whether he willed it or not. Power, he learns too late, binds you to the deeds done in its name.
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.
Henry Bolingbroke · 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.