They are the infirmities of a great lord, of a discrowned king.
For what man ever was unhappy at not being a king, save a discrowned king?
The discrowned Foscari was bid to retire to his home in S. Pantaleone.
This is Lear himself, the discrowned, but still mighty, lion.
Even so, I saw in it a discrowned king, who "nothing common did or mean."
And a king dwelt there—not ...