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:
John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster · 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.