DUKE OF YORK.
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!’

DUKE OF YORK.

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!’

{1 year ago}
mazegrievers
mazegrievers
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
{1 year ago}
mazegrievers
mazegrievers
Then call them to our presence:
face to face,
And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear
The accuser and the accused freely speak
{1 year ago}
mazegrievers
hxcfairy

The colours of the Hollow Crown: Blue

The colours of the Hollow Crown: Blue

{2 years ago}
fuckethaythehollowcrown
soul-in-the-starlight
{2 years ago}


LORD MARSHAL.
The appellant in all duty greets your highness, 
And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.
KING RICHARD II. 
We will descend and fold him in our arms. 

LORD MARSHAL.

The appellant in all duty greets your highness, 

And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.

KING RICHARD II

We will descend and fold him in our arms. 

{2 years ago}
tonofstupidness
rachmaninoffs

some sleeping kill’d;all murder’d

some sleeping kill’d;
all murder’d

{2 years ago}