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Falstaff. What wind blew you hither, Pistol?
Pistol. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.

      — King Henry IV. Part II, Act V Scene 3

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1

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

Lord Clifford

105

Urge it no more; lest that, instead of words,
I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger
As shall revenge his death before I stir.

2

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 3]

Tutor of Rutland

384

Ah, Clifford, murder not this innocent child,
Lest thou be hated both of God and man!

3

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 3]

Edmond, Earl of Rutland

418

But 'twas ere I was born.
Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me,
Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just,
He be as miserably slain as I.
Ah, let me live in prison all my days;
And when I give occasion of offence,
Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.

4

Henry VI, Part III
[IV, 4]

Queen Elizabeth

2258

Till then fair hope must hinder life's decay.
And I the rather wean me from despair
For love of Edward's offspring in my womb:
This is it that makes me bridle passion
And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross;
Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear
And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs,
Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown
King Edward's fruit, true heir to the English crown.

5

Henry VI, Part III
[V, 4]

Prince Edward

2843

Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit
Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
Infuse his breast with magnanimity
And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
I speak not this as doubting any here
For did I but suspect a fearful man
He should have leave to go away betimes,
Lest in our need he might infect another
And make him of like spirit to himself.
If any such be here—as God forbid!—
Let him depart before we need his help.

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