I thought you had been willing to resign
My crown I am, but still my griefs are mine
Part of your cares you give me with your crown
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
Are you contented to resign the crown?
Ay
No!
No! Ay!
For I must nothing be
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
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
With mine own tongue ...
... deny my sacred state
With mine own own breath ...
... release all duty's rites
All pomp and majesty, I do forswear
Made me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved
And thou, with all please, that hath all achieved!
Long mayst thou live, in Richard’s seat to sit
And soon lie Richard, in an earthly pit!
God save King Harry, unking’d Richard says
And send him many years of sunshine days
