From Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Oxford 1911)/Volume 4/The Tragedy of King Richard the Second by Oxford 1911

:Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur? :Hath love in thy old blood no living fire? :Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one, :Were as seven vials of his sacred blood, :Or seven fair branches springing from one root: :Some of those seven are dried by nature's course, :Some of those branches by the Destinies cut; :But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloucester, :One vial full of Edward's sacred blood, :One flourishing branch of his most royal root, :Is crack'd, and all the precious liquor spilt; :Is hack'd down, and his summer leaves all vaded, :By envy's hand and murder's bloody axe. :Ah, Gaunt! his blood was thine: that bed, that womb, :That metal, that self-mould, that fashion'd thee, :Made him a man; and though thou liv'st and breath'st, :Yet art thou slain in him: thou dost consent :In some large measure to thy father's death :In that thou seest thy wretched brother die, :Who was the model of thy father's life. :Call it not patience, Gaunt; it is despair: :In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd, :Thou showest the naked pathway to thy life, :Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee: :That which in mean men we entitle patience :Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. :What shall I say? To safeguard thine own life, :The best way is to venge my Gloucester's death.

Duchess Monologue from Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Oxford 1911)/Volume 4/The Tragedy of King Richard the Second

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