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

:As in a theatre, the eyes of men :After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage :Are idly bent on him that enters next, :Thinking his prattle to be tedious; :Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes :Did scowl on Richard: no man cried 'God save him;' :No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home; :But dust was thrown upon his sacred head, :Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, :His face still combating with tears and smiles, :The badges of his grief and patience, :That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd :The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, :And barbarism itself have pitied him. :But heaven hath a hand in these events, :To whose high will we bound our calm contents. :To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now, :Whose state and honour I for aye allow.

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

Rehearse York's monologue