lRICHARD. Not all the water in the rough rude sea
lCan wash the balm off from an anointed king.
lThe breath of worldly men cannot depose
lThe deputy elected by the Lord.
lFor every man that Bullingbrook hath pressed
lTo lift shrewd steel against our golden crown
lGod for His Richard hath in heavenly pay
lA glorious angel.
l(III. 2. 54-61)