Men are natural warriors, but a woman in battle is truly bloodthirsty.Old Scottish saying (via ancient-serpent)
What must the King do now? Must he submit?
The King shall do it. Must he be deposed?
The King shall be contented. Must he lose
The name of king? A God’s name, let it go.
I’ll give my jewels for a set of beads,
My gorgeous palace for a hermitage,
My gay apparel for an almsman’s gown,
My figured goblets for a dish of wood,
My sceptre for a palmer’s walking-staff,
My subjects for a pair of carved saints,
And my large kingdom for a little grave,
A little, little grave, an obscure grave;
Or I’ll be buried in the King’s highway,
Some way of common trade where subjects’ feet
May hourly trample on their sovereign’s head,
For on my heart they tread now whilst I live,
And buried once, why not upon my head?
King Richard II of England
Richard II (III. 3. 143 - 159)
THIS SPEECH! So damned sad, and so absolutely beautiful, and the beauty makes it more sad, and the sad makes it more beautiful, and it’s .. it’s… Shakespeare, what are you doooooing?!