Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus,... The Oxford and Cambridge review - Page 2741846Full view
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Royal Shakespeare Company - Biography & Autobiography - 2004 - 221 pages
...semidivine, just one of the boys. In words of one syllable, as so often in moments of emotion in Shakespeare, I live with bread, like you; feel want, Taste grief,...Subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king? (mu175-7) 'Subjected ' is of course a pun, and a conscious one. Richard has a terrible capacity for...