As far as I understand a play about ambition, too much of it and the tension between being Christian and being passive in the world.
“Duchess of Gloster:
Why droops my lord, like over-ripen’d corn
Hanging the head at Ceres’ plenteous load?
Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows,
As frowning at the favours of the world?
Why are thine eyes fixt to the sullen earth,
Glazing on that which seems to dim thy sight?
What seest thou there? King Henry’s diadem,
Enchased with all the honours of the world?
If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face,
Until thy head be circled with the same.
Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold: -
What, is’t too short? I’ll lenthen it with mine;
And, having both together heaved it up,
We’ll both together lift our heads to heaven,
And never more abase our sight so low
As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.” (Shapespeare, 1994, p.34).
(…) And Humphrey is no little man in England.
First note, that he is near you in descent;
And should you fall, he is the next will mount.” (Shapespeare, 1994, p.44).
They are all in order, and march toward us.
But then we are in order when we are most out of
Order. Cmoe, march forward.” (Shapespeare, 1994, p.56).
Away my lord! You are slow; for shame, away!
Can we outrun the heavens? Good Margaret stay.
What are you made of? You’ll nor fight not fly:” (Shapespeare, 1994, p.64).