Let's Talk of Graves, of Worms, and of Epitaphs

Oh I have done it now, I have failed you yet Upon whose bones and shoulders I've trampled With the rightful heir's death Chaining myself to a throne of thorns Unequally yoked with my kinsmen Who drag the crown over these hallowed grounds The dead tell no lies for we do it for them So come, let us talk of graves and epitaphs And how with vile worms I lie My merits lived and sealed Such grave errors do accent my frailties Let me ease your sorrows with my ghostly hymns We'll leave this country to the just vagabonds May they rob this grave of my woes and my debt ------ For the Shakespeare contest. From Richard II