As in a theatre, the eyes of men,

After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,

Are idly bent on him that enters next,

Thinking his prattle to be tedious;

Even so, or with much more contempt, men’s eyes

Did scowl on gentle Richard; no man cried ‘God save him!’

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 depos'd,
Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd;
All murder'd: for within the hollow crown
That rounds the mortal temples of a king
Then call them to our presence:
face to face,
And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear
The accuser and the accused freely speak
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The colours of the Hollow Crown: Blue

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The appellant in all duty greets your highness, 

And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.


We will descend and fold him in our arms. 

some sleeping kill’d;
all murder’d