Now is this golden crown like a deep well 184
That two buckets filling one another;
The emptier ever dancing in the air,
The other down, unseen and full of water:
That bucket down and full of tears am I, 188
Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.
Boling. I thought you had been willing to resign.
K. Rich. My crown, I am; but still my griefs are mine.
You may my glories and my state depose, 192
But not my griefs; still am I king of those.
Boling. Part of your cares you give me with your crown.
K. Rich. Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down.
Your care is gain of care, by new care won.
The cares I give I have, though given away;
They the crown, yet still with me they stay.
Boling. Are you contented to resign the crown? 200
Therefore no no, for I resign to thee.
Now mark me how I will undo myself:
I give this heavy weight from off my head, 204
And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
The pride of kingly sway from out my heart;
With mine own tears I wash away my balm,
With mine own hands I give away my crown, 208
With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,
With mine own breath all duteous rites:
All pomp and majesty I do forswear;
My manors, rents, revenues, I forgo; 212
185 owes: possesses
194–198 care: with double meaning, 'anxiety' and 'grief'
199 tend: accompany
201, 202 Cf. n.
210 release: surrender