Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down. My care is loss of care, by old care done; Your care is gain of care, by new care won: The cares I give I have, though given away; They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.
We were not born to sue, but to command;
Which since we cannot do to make you friends,
Be ready, as your lives shall answer it,
At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert’s day:
There shall your swords and lances arbitrate
The swelling difference of your settled hate:
Since we can not atone you, we shall see
Justice design the victor’s chivalry.
Lord marshal, command our officers at arms
Be ready to direct these home alarms.
That I have worn so many winters out,
And know not now what name to call myself.
Whishaw was electrifying in every scene he’s in; top-notch performances from Patrick Stewart, Rory Kinnear, David Suchet and Lindsay Duncan. I don’t think I completely dig their take on the motif re the Saint Sebastian-Richard II martyrdom though.
Here’s another interview which is in this week’s TV & Satellite Week.
[EIC: Thanks for submitting Rev Stan! Very sad to be missing the publicity in the UK, but thanks for sharing and keeping us informed!]
Yet again, methinks,
Some unborn sorrow, ripe in Fortune’s womb,
Is coming towards me, and my inward soul
With mothing trembles