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God save the mark.

      — King Henry IV. Part I, Act I Scene 3

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1

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 2]

Sir John Mortimer

362

She shall not need; we'll meet her in the field.

2

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 2]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

364

Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need:
A woman's general; what should we fear?

3

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 4]

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)

593

That face of his the hungry cannibals
Would not have touch'd, would not have stain'd with blood:
But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,
O, ten times more, than tigers of Hyrcania.
See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears:
This cloth thou dip'dst in blood of my sweet boy,
And I with tears do wash the blood away.
Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this:
And if thou tell'st the heavy story right,
Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears;
Yea even my foes will shed fast-falling tears,
And say 'Alas, it was a piteous deed!'
There, take the crown, and, with the crown, my curse;
And in thy need such comfort come to thee
As now I reap at thy too cruel hand!
Hard-hearted Clifford, take me from the world:
My soul to heaven, my blood upon your heads!

4

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.

5

Henry VI, Part III
[V, 4]

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)

2874

Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood,
Which, by the heavens' assistance and your strength,
Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.
I need not add more fuel to your fire,
For well I wot ye blaze to burn them out
Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords!

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