Then, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu,
My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet!
Where e'er I wander, boast of this I can:
Though banished, yet a true-born Englishman.


The Tragedy of King Richard the Second (1595)


Then, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu, My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! Where e'er I wander, boast of this I can: Though...

Then, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu, My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! Where e'er I wander, boast of this I can: Though...

Then, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu, My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! Where e'er I wander, boast of this I can: Though...

Then, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu, My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! Where e'er I wander, boast of this I can: Though...