Doubly divorced? Bad men$$$ ye violate
A twofold marriage$$$ 'twixt my crown and me
And then betwixt me and my married wife.

The shadow of your sorrow hath destroyed
The shadow of your face.

With mine own tears I wash away my balm$$$
With mine own hands I give away my crown.

Great Duke of Lancaster$$$ I come to thee
From plume-plucked Richard$$$ who with willing soul
Adopts thee heir$$$ and his high sceptre yields
To the possession of thy royal hand.

What must the king do now? Must he submit?
The King shall do it.

See$$$ see$$$ King Richard doth himself appear$$$
As doth the blushing discontented sun
From out the fiery portal of the east.

For heaven’s sake let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

Not all the water in the rough rude sea
Can wash the balm from an anointed king.

Come$$$ lords$$$ away.
To fight with Glendower and his complices;
A while to work and after holiday.

The ripest fruit first falls.