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Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth.

      — King John, Act I Scene 1

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KEYWORD: title

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Richard II
[I, 1]

Thomas Mowbray

25

Each day still better other's happiness;
Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap,
Add an immortal title to your crown!

2

Richard II
[II, 1]

Lord Willoughby

917

Barely in title, not in revenue.

3

Richard II
[II, 3]

Henry IV

1226

My lord, my answer is—to Lancaster;
And I am come to seek that name in England;
And I must find that title in your tongue,
Before I make reply to aught you say.

4

Richard II
[II, 3]

Lord Berkeley

1230

Mistake me not, my lord; 'tis not my meaning
To raze one title of your honour out:
To you, my lord, I come, what lord you will,
From the most gracious regent of this land,
The Duke of York, to know what pricks you on
To take advantage of the absent time
And fright our native peace with self-born arms.

5

Richard II
[III, 3]

Earl of Northumberland

1644

Your grace mistakes; only to be brief
Left I his title out.

6

Richard II
[IV, 1]

King Richard II

2243

No lord of thine, thou haught insulting man,
Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title,
No, not that name was given me at the font,
But 'tis usurp'd: alack the heavy day,
That I have worn so many winters out,
And know not now what name to call myself!
O that I were a mockery king of snow,
Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,
To melt myself away in water-drops!
Good king, great king, and yet not greatly good,
An if my word be sterling yet in England,
Let it command a mirror hither straight,
That it may show me what a face I have,
Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.

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