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

:A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege, :And all unlook'd for from your highness' mouth: :A dearer merit, not so deep a maim :As to be cast forth in the common air, :Have I deserved at your highness' hands. :The language I have learn'd these forty years, :My native English, now I must forgo; :And now my tongue's use is to me no more :Than an unstringed viol or a harp, :Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up :Or, being open, put into his hands :That knows no touch to tune the harmony: :Within my mouth you have engaol'd my tongue, :Doubly portcullis'd with my teeth and lips; :And dull, unfeeling, barren ignorance :Is made my gaoler to attend on me. :I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, :Too far in years to be a pupil now: :What is thy sentence, then, but speechless death, :Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath?

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

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