Speeches (Lines) for Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)
in "Henry VI, Part I"
Total: 56

1

II,4,920

Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?
Dare no man answer in a case of truth?

2

II,4,925

Then say at once if I maintain'd the truth;
Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?

3

II,4,940

Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance:
The truth appears so naked on my side
That any purblind eye may find it out.

4

II,4,947

Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,
In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
Let him that is a true-born gentleman
And stands upon the honour of his birth,
If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.

5

II,4,968

And I.

6

II,4,984

Now, Somerset, where is your argument?

7

II,4,988

Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses;
For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
The truth on our side.

8

II,4,996

Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?

9

II,4,999

Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;
Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.

10

II,4,1005

Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.

11

II,4,1009

Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.

12

II,4,1018

He bears him on the place's privilege,
Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.

13

II,4,1029

My father was attached, not attainted,
Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;
And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,
Were growing time once ripen'd to my will.
For your partaker Pole and you yourself,
I'll note you in my book of memory,
To scourge you for this apprehension:
Look to it well and say you are well warn'd.

14

II,4,1041

And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
Will I for ever and my faction wear,
Until it wither with me to my grave
Or flourish to the height of my degree.

15

II,4,1052

How I am braved and must perforce endure it!

16

II,4,1066

Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.

17

II,4,1071

Thanks, gentle sir.
Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say
This quarrel will drink blood another day.

18

II,5,1112

Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used,
Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.

19

II,5,1121

First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;
And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.
This day, in argument upon a case,
Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me;
Among which terms he used his lavish tongue
And did upbraid me with my father's death:
Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
Else with the like I had requited him.
Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake,
In honour of a true Plantagenet
And for alliance sake, declare the cause
My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head.

20

II,5,1138

Discover more at large what cause that was,
For I am ignorant and cannot guess.

21

II,5,1173

Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.

22

II,5,1179

Thy grave admonishments prevail with me:
But yet, methinks, my father's execution
Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.

23

II,5,1189

O, uncle, would some part of my young years
Might but redeem the passage of your age!

24

II,5,1199

And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul!
In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage
And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.
Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;
And what I do imagine let that rest.
Keepers, convey him hence, and I myself
Will see his burial better than his life.
[Exeunt Gaolers, bearing out the body of MORTIMER]
Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,
Choked with ambition of the meaner sort:
And for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,
Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house:
I doubt not but with honour to redress;
And therefore haste I to the parliament,
Either to be restored to my blood,
Or make my ill the advantage of my good.

25

III,1,1285

[Aside] Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue,
Lest it be said 'Speak, sirrah, when you should;
Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?'
Else would I have a fling at Winchester.

26

III,1,1400

Thy humble servant vows obedience
And humble service till the point of death.

27

III,1,1408

And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall!
And as my duty springs, so perish they
That grudge one thought against your majesty!

28

IV,1,1845

This is my servant: hear him, noble prince.

29

IV,1,1873

Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?

30

IV,1,1881

Let this dissension first be tried by fight,
And then your highness shall command a peace.

31

IV,1,1885

There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.

32

IV,1,1944

And so he did; but yet I like it not,
In that he wears the badge of Somerset.

33

IV,1,1948

An if I wist he did,—but let it rest;
Other affairs must now be managed.

34

IV,3,2028

Are not the speedy scouts return'd again,
That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin?

35

IV,3,2036

A plague upon that villain Somerset,
That thus delays my promised supply
Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege!
Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid,
And I am lowted by a traitor villain
And cannot help the noble chevalier:
God comfort him in this necessity!
If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.

36

IV,3,2052

O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart
Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place!
So should we save a valiant gentleman
By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.
Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep,
That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep.

37

IV,3,2059

He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word;
We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get;
All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset.

38

IV,3,2067

Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot have
To bid his young son welcome to his grave?
Away! vexation almost stops my breath,
That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.
Lucy, farewell; no more my fortune can,
But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.
Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,
'Long all of Somerset and his delay.

39

V,3,2486

Damsel of France, I think I have you fast:
Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms
And try if they can gain your liberty.
A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace!
See, how the ugly wench doth bend her brows,
As if with Circe she would change my shape!

40

V,3,2493

O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man;
No shape but his can please your dainty eye.

41

V,3,2498

Fell banning hag, enchantress, hold thy tongue!

42

V,3,2500

Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the stake.

43

V,4,2670

Bring forth that sorceress condemn'd to burn.

44

V,4,2685

This argues what her kind of life hath been,
Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.

45

V,4,2705

Take her away; for she hath lived too long,
To fill the world with vicious qualities.

46

V,4,2725

Ay, ay: away with her to execution!

47

V,4,2736

Now heaven forfend! the holy maid with child!

48

V,4,2739

She and the Dauphin have been juggling:
I did imagine what would be her refuge.

49

V,4,2745

Alencon! that notorious Machiavel!
It dies, an if it had a thousand lives.

50

V,4,2751

Why, here's a girl! I think she knows not well,
There were so many, whom she may accuse.

51

V,4,2754

And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure.
Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee:
Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.

52

V,4,2764

Break thou in pieces and consume to ashes,
Thou foul accursed minister of hell!

53

V,4,2775

Is all our travail turn'd to this effect?
After the slaughter of so many peers,
So many captains, gentlemen and soldiers,
That in this quarrel have been overthrown
And sold their bodies for their country's benefit,
Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace?
Have we not lost most part of all the towns,
By treason, falsehood and by treachery,
Our great progenitors had conquered?
O Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief
The utter loss of all the realm of France.

54

V,4,2795

Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes
The hollow passage of my poison'd voice,
By sight of these our baleful enemies.

55

V,4,2822

Insulting Charles! hast thou by secret means
Used intercession to obtain a league,
And, now the matter grows to compromise,
Stand'st thou aloof upon comparison?
Either accept the title thou usurp'st,
Of benefit proceeding from our king
And not of any challenge of desert,
Or we will plague thee with incessant wars.

56

V,4,2844

Then swear allegiance to his majesty,
As thou art knight, never to disobey
Nor be rebellious to the crown of England,
Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England.
So, now dismiss your army when ye please:
Hang up your ensign, let your drums be still,
For here we entertain a solemn peace.