Speeches (Lines) for Duke of Buckingham
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Good time of day unto your royal grace! |
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Madam, good hope; his grace speaks cheerfully. |
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Madam, we did: he desires to make atonement
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Northumberland, then present, wept to see it. |
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Have done! for shame, if not for charity. |
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Have done, have done. |
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Nor no one here; for curses never pass
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Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord. |
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Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate
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And, in good time, here comes the noble duke. |
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Look I so pale, Lord Dorset, as the rest? |
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We wait upon your grace. |
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You cloudy princes and heart-sorrowing peers,
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Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude,
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My lord, whoever journeys to the Prince,
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Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber. |
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And, in good time, here comes the sweating lord. |
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Fie, what an indirect and peevish course
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You are too senseless—obstinate, my lord,
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He did, my gracious lord, begin that place;
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Upon record, my gracious lord. |
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What, my gracious lord? |
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Now, in good time, here comes the Duke of York. |
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With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons!
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Think you, my lord, this little prating York
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Well, let them rest. Come hither, Catesby.
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What think'st thou, then, of Stanley? what will he? |
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Well, then, no more but this: go, gentle Catesby,
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Good Catesby, go, effect this business soundly. |
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Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we perceive
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I'll claim that promise at your grace's hands. |
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What, talking with a priest, lord chamberlain?
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I do, my lord; but long I shall not stay
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[Aside] And supper too, although thou know'st it not.
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Are all things fitting for that royal time? |
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Who knows the lord protector's mind herein?
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Who, I, my lord I we know each other's faces,
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Had not you come upon your cue, my lord
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Withdraw you hence, my lord, I'll follow you. |
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Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian;
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Lord mayor,— |
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Hark! a drum. |
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Lord mayor, the reason we have sent— |
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God and our innocency defend and guard us! |
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Well, well, he was the covert'st shelter'd traitor
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But since you come too late of our intents,
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Fear not, my lord, I'll play the orator
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I go: and towards three or four o'clock
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Now, by the holy mother of our Lord,
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I did; with his contract with Lady Lucy,
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No, so God help me, they spake not a word;
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No, by my troth, my lord. |
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The mayor is here at hand: intend some fear;
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Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor knocks.
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Return, good Catesby, to thy lord again;
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Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an Edward!
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I fear he will.
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Sorry I am my noble cousin should
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Two props of virtue for a Christian prince,
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Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God above,
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You have, my lord: would it might please your grace,
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Then know, it is your fault that you resign
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My lord, this argues conscience in your grace;
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Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd love. |
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If you refuse it,—as, in love and zeal,
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Then I salute you with this kingly title:
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To-morrow will it please you to be crown'd? |
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To-morrow, then, we will attend your grace:
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My gracious sovereign? |
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Still live they and for ever may they last! |
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Say on, my loving lord. |
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Why, so you are, my thrice renowned liege. |
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True, noble prince. |
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Your grace may do your pleasure. |
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Give me some breath, some little pause, my lord
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My Lord, I have consider'd in my mind. The late demand that you did sound me in. |
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I hear that news, my lord. |
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My lord, I claim your gift, my due by promise,
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What says your highness to my just demand? |
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My lord! |
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My lord, your promise for the earldom,— |
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My Lord! |
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I am thus bold to put your grace in mind
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Upon the stroke of ten. |
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Why let it strike? |
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Why, then resolve me whether you will or no. |
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Is it even so? rewards he my true service
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Will not King Richard let me speak with him? |
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Hastings, and Edward's children, Rivers, Grey,
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Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday.
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