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King Richard the Second, I. ii

But since correction lieth in those hands

Which made the fault that we cannot correct,

Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven;

Who, when they see the hours ripe on earth,

Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads.

Duch. 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 show'st the naked pathway to thy life,

Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee:

That which in mean men we entitle patience

 4 correction: punishment

6 quarrel: grievance

11 seven sons; cf. n.

14, 15 Cf. n.

20 vaded: faded

23 metal: substance

self: very same

28 model: exact image

33 mean: of low birth

