Richard II by William Shakespeare
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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Richard, the second by William Shakespeare. No matter where of comfort, no men speak. Let's talk of graves. Worms of epitaphs make dust our paper and with rainy eyes, right sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors and talk of wills. And yet not so. But what can we bequeath? Save our deposed bodies to the ground, our lands, our lives and on the boning brooks and nothing can we call our own but and that small model of the barren earth, which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground and tell sad stories of the death of kings. How some have been deposed, some slain in war, some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed, some poisoned by their wives, some sleeping, killed, all murdered for within the hollow crown that around mortal temples of a king keeps debt. Here's score the antics. It's scoffing his state and grinning at his poem, allowing him a break seen. Come on, guys, be feared and kill with looks, infusing him with self and vain conceit, as if this flesh which walls about our life were brass impregnable on and human thus comes at the last and with a little been bores through the Kasam war. Yeah, they're working. Cover your heads and mark, not flesh and blood with solemn reverence. Throw away a respect, tradition form and ceremonious duty for you But mistook me all this wine I live with bread like you being one taste grief, need friends Subject How can you say to me I am a king?