Storming castle

Go to the rude ribs of the ancient castle,
Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parly
Into his ruined ears, and thus deliver. . . .
Me thinks King Richard and myself should meet
With no less terror than the elements
Of Fire and water, when their thundering smoke
At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven:
Be he the fire, I’ll be the yielding water;
The rage be his, while on earth I rain
my waterson the earth and not on him.
March on and mark King Richard how he looks.

King Richard II       Act III Sc iii

Single Post Card from the Shakespeare Cards Collection by First Folio Cards
Dimensions: 112 mm (4 1/2 ins ) x 160 mm (6 1/4 ins )
Printed onto textured card, blank on reverse.


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