Which Richard?
RICHARD. For God’s sake let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings.…
lCover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood
lWith solemn reverence. Throw away respect,
Tradition, form and ceremonious duty,
For you have but mistook me all this while.
lI live with bread like you, feel want,
Taste grief, need friends. Subjected thus,
How can you say to me I am a king?
(III. 2. 155-6, 171-7)