How long shall I be patient? ah, how lon...

Richard II

Edmund, Duke of York

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How long shall I be patient? ah, how long

Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong?

Not Gloucester's death, nor Hereford's banishment

Not Gaunt's rebukes, nor England's private wrongs,

Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke

About his marriage, nor my own disgrace,

Have ever made me sour my patient cheek,

Or bend one wrinkle on my sovereign's face.

I am the last of noble Edward's sons,

Of whom thy father, Prince of Wales, was first:

In war was never lion raged more fierce,

In peace was never gentle lamb more mild,

Than was that young and princely gentleman.

His face thou hast, for even so look'd he,

Accomplish'd with the number of thy hours;

But when he frown'd, it was against the French

And not against his friends; his noble hand

Did will what he did spend and spent not that

Which his triumphant father's hand had won;

His hands were guilty of no kindred blood,

But bloody with the enemies of his kin.

O Richard! York is too far gone with grief,

Or else he never would compare between.

William Shakespeare, Richard II. http://shakespeare.mit.edu/richardii/full.html

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