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This bold bad man.

      — King Henry VIII, Act II Scene 2

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KEYWORD: whither

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1

Henry VI, Part I
[I, 1]

Duke of Exeter

102

The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him!
O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?

2

Henry VI, Part I
[II, 3]

Countess of Auvergne

856

What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes.

3

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 2]

Captain

1562

Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such haste?

4

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.

5

Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 4]

Duke/Earl of Somerset

2098

How now, Sir William! whither were you sent?

6

Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 4]

Sir William Lucy

2099

Whither, my lord? from bought and sold Lord Talbot;
Who, ring'd about with bold adversity,
Cries out for noble York and Somerset,
To beat assailing death from his weak legions:
And whiles the honourable captain there
Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs,
And, in advantage lingering, looks for rescue,
You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour,
Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.
Let not your private discord keep away
The levied succors that should lend him aid,
While he, renowned noble gentleman,
Yields up his life unto a world of odds:
Orleans the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy,
Alencon, Reignier, compass him about,
And Talbot perisheth by your default.

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