...heads. Aum. Where is the duke, my father, with his power? K. Rich. No matter where. Of comfort no man speak : Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs...nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit...

...heads. Aum. Where is the duke, my father, with his power? K. Rich. No matter where. Of comfort no man Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make...nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and c»ver to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit...

...Where is the duke my father with his power ? K. Ri. No matter where ; of comfort no man speak: Let 's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust...rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let 's choose executors, and talk of wills ; And yet not so ; — for what can we bequeatbe, Save our...

...of the singular story told by Herodotus. III. 50—53. THE BROTHER AND SISTER. —Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs...Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow in the bosom of the earth.—King Richard II. Certainly there was something grand about the burial...

...of the singular story told by Herodotus. III. 50—53. THE BROTHER AND SISTER. — Of comfort no man speak : Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs...Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow in the bosom of the earth. — King Richard II. Certainly there was something grand about the burial...

...epitaphs; S1ake dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let 's choose executors , and talk of wills : And yet not...nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste aud cover to our bones. For God's sake , let us sit...

...epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, anil with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. I-ft's / Bolingbrokc's, And nothing can we call our own, but death ; And that small model of the barren earth,...

...Where is the duke my father, with his power? K. Rick. No matter where. Of comfort no man speak : Let 's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the hosom of the eurth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills: And yet not so ; for what can we hequeath,...

...my pride. [3.2.76-81] Like Venus too, Richard resorts under pressure to formal poetic postures. His "Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs, / Make...rainy eyes / Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth" (3.2.145-47) is reminiscent of Venus "insinuating" with Death: "With Death she humbly doth insinuate;...

...the stage directions in Richard's text are also clear character indications. — of comfort no man speak. Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs,...rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. For God's sake let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of Kings. A little later...