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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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the character name is "Poet."
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Henry VI, Part I
[I, 2] |
Reignier |
346 |
Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;
Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized.
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2 |
Henry VI, Part I
[III, 2] |
Sir John Fastolfe |
1563 |
Whither away! to save myself by flight:
We are like to have the overthrow again.
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3 |
Henry VI, Part I
[III, 2] |
Sir John Fastolfe |
1566 |
Ay,
All the Talbots in the world, to save my life!
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4 |
Henry VI, Part I
[III, 2] |
Duke of Bedford |
1573 |
Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please,
For I have seen our enemies' overthrow.
What is the trust or strength of foolish man?
They that of late were daring with their scoffs
Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.
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5 |
Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 1] |
Winchester |
1760 |
God save King Henry, of that name the sixth!
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6 |
Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 3] |
Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester) |
2052 |
O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart
Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place!
So should we save a valiant gentleman
By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.
Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep,
That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep.
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Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 6] |
John Talbot |
2234 |
The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart;
These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart:
On that advantage, bought with such a shame,
To save a paltry life and slay bright fame,
Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly,
The coward horse that bears me fail and die!
And like me to the peasant boys of France,
To be shame's scorn and subject of mischance!
Surely, by all the glory you have won,
An if I fly, I am not Talbot's son:
Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot;
If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.
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8 |
Henry VI, Part I
[V, 3] |
Earl of Suffolk |
2512 |
An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd.
Be not offended, nature's miracle,
Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me:
So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,
Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings.
Yet, if this servile usage once offend.
Go, and be free again, as Suffolk's friend.
[She is going]
O, stay! I have no power to let her pass;
My hand would free her, but my heart says no
As plays the sun upon the glassy streams,
Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak:
I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind.
Fie, de la Pole! disable not thyself;
Hast not a tongue? is she not here?
Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight?
Ay, beauty's princely majesty is such,
Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough.
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Henry VI, Part I
[V, 4] |
Duke of Alencon |
2834 |
To say the truth, it is your policy
To save your subjects from such massacre
And ruthless slaughters as are daily seen
By our proceeding in hostility;
And therefore take this compact of a truce,
Although you break it when your pleasure serves.
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