Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you? Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose. Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you? Then cheque'd and rated by Northumberland. 'Northumberland, thou ladder by the which, My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne;'. And that same word even now cries out on us: Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, The numbers of the fear'd. What's the origin of the phrase 'Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown'? With divers liquors! 'The time will come, that foul sin, gathering head. Part II, 1597. O God! That I and greatness were compell'd to kiss: 'The time shall come,' thus did he follow it. Are at this hour asleep! Then happy low, lie down! Did speak these words, now proved a prophecy? that one might read the book of fate. Though then, God knows, I had no such intent. Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs. With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds. The happiest youth, viewing his progress through. Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock. Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends, Did feast together, and in two years after, Were they at wars: it is but eight years since. Shall break into corruption:' so went on. That great Northumberland, then false to him. Enter WARWICK and SURREY. My Lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd. 'Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown' comes from Shakespeare's Henry IV. Quote by William Shakespeare: “Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.” “Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.” ― William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part 2 Read more quotes from William Shakespeare
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down.
O, if this were seen. O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile, In loathsome beds, and leavest the kingly couch, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains, Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them. KING HENRY IV We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land. Go call the Earls of Surrey and of Warwick; But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters. WARWICK 'Tis one o'clock, and past. With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds,
When Richard, with his eye brimful of tears. KING HENRY IV Is it good morrow, lords? That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Which to his former strength may be restored. KING HENRY IV: And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them. And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber. Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill, And these unseason'd hours perforce must add.
And in the calmest and most stillest night.
Why, then, good morrow to you all, my lords. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. And with what danger, near the heart of it. Figuring the nature of the times deceased; With a near aim, of the main chance of things, As yet not come to life, which in their seeds. But which of you was by--. Please it your grace, The powers that you already have sent forth. A certain instance that Glendower is dead. Would shut the book, and sit him down and die. Would of that seed grow to a greater falseness; Which should not find a ground to root upon. Then you perceive the body of our kingdom. And laid his love and life under my foot, Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard, Gave him defiance. O sleep, O gentle sleep. KING HENRY IV Why, then, good morrow to you all, my lords. And well consider of them; make good speed. WARWICK We have, my liege. Such things become the hatch and brood of time; King Richard might create a perfect guess. And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody? WARWICK Many good morrows to your majesty! And were these inward wars once out of hand. Than in the perfumed chambers of the great. Deny it to a king?
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down.
O, if this were seen. O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile, In loathsome beds, and leavest the kingly couch, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains, Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them. KING HENRY IV We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land. Go call the Earls of Surrey and of Warwick; But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters. WARWICK 'Tis one o'clock, and past. With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds,
When Richard, with his eye brimful of tears. KING HENRY IV Is it good morrow, lords? That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Which to his former strength may be restored. KING HENRY IV: And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them. And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber. Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill, And these unseason'd hours perforce must add.
And in the calmest and most stillest night.
Why, then, good morrow to you all, my lords. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. And with what danger, near the heart of it. Figuring the nature of the times deceased; With a near aim, of the main chance of things, As yet not come to life, which in their seeds. But which of you was by--. Please it your grace, The powers that you already have sent forth. A certain instance that Glendower is dead. Would shut the book, and sit him down and die. Would of that seed grow to a greater falseness; Which should not find a ground to root upon. Then you perceive the body of our kingdom. And laid his love and life under my foot, Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard, Gave him defiance. O sleep, O gentle sleep. KING HENRY IV Why, then, good morrow to you all, my lords. And well consider of them; make good speed. WARWICK We have, my liege. Such things become the hatch and brood of time; King Richard might create a perfect guess. And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody? WARWICK Many good morrows to your majesty! And were these inward wars once out of hand. Than in the perfumed chambers of the great. Deny it to a king?