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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

Henry VI

282

Poor queen! how love to me and to her son
Hath made her break out into terms of rage!
Revenged may she be on that hateful duke,
Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,
Will cost my crown, and like an empty eagle
Tire on the flesh of me and of my son!
The loss of those three lords torments my heart:
I'll write unto them and entreat them fair.
Come, cousin you shall be the messenger.

2

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 2]

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)

310

But for a kingdom any oath may be broken:
I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.

3

Henry VI, Part III
[II, 1]

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)

695

Sweet Duke of York, our prop to lean upon,
Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay.
O Clifford, boisterous Clifford! thou hast slain
The flower of Europe for his chivalry;
And treacherously hast thou vanquish'd him,
For hand to hand he would have vanquish'd thee.
Now my soul's palace is become a prison:
Ah, would she break from hence, that this my body
Might in the ground be closed up in rest!
For never henceforth shall I joy again,
Never, O never shall I see more joy!

4

Henry VI, Part III
[II, 2]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

954

Northumberland, I hold thee reverently.
Break off the parley; for scarce I can refrain
The execution of my big-swoln heart
Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.

5

Henry VI, Part III
[II, 5]

Henry VI

1177

O piteous spectacle! O bloody times!
Whiles lions war and battle for their dens,
Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity.
Weep, wretched man, I'll aid thee tear for tear;
And let our hearts and eyes, like civil war,
Be blind with tears, and break o'ercharged with grief.

6

Henry VI, Part III
[III, 1]

Henry VI

1439

But did you never swear, and break an oath?

7

Henry VI, Part III
[III, 1]

Henry VI

1449

Why, am I dead? do I not breathe a man?
Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear!
Look, as I blow this feather from my face,
And as the air blows it to me again,
Obeying with my wind when I do blow,
And yielding to another when it blows,
Commanded always by the greater gust;
Such is the lightness of you common men.
But do not break your oaths; for of that sin
My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty.
Go where you will, the king shall be commanded;
And be you kings, command, and I'll obey.

8

Henry VI, Part III
[III, 3]

King Lewis XI

1729

Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm,
While we bethink a means to break it off.

9

Henry VI, Part III
[V, 7]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

3116

[Aside] I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;
For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
This shoulder was ordain'd so thick to heave;
And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:
Work thou the way,—and thou shalt execute.