Walking into a production of 'Richard II' feels like stepping into a palace painted with words, and that's exactly how Shakespeare staged him: an almost ritualized monarch wrapped in language. I once sat in the dim of a small theatre, and the actor’s opening lines landed like a coronation—elevated, ceremonious, and oddly fragile. Shakespeare gives Richard sumptuous, lyrical speeches that present him as a man for whom kingship is a kind of art; his kingship is expressed through courtly diction, long rhetorical passages, and imagery of divine right. On stage that comes across as showy eloquence, a man who rules by ceremony and persona.
But the tragedy is how theatrical that persona is. Shakespeare stages Richard’s decline as a stripping away of costume, speech, and ritual: coronation robes give way to plain garments, florid speeches shorten, and the actor’s physical space shrinks. Directors often dramatize this by changing lighting and costume mid-scene or having courtiers literally remove a crown. The deposition scene becomes theatre about theatre—audiences watch a king lose his role onstage and watch a human being revealed underneath. I love how that double vision—king as spectacle, man as exposed—makes the play feel both political and painfully intimate.