Speeches (Lines) for Eleanor
in "Henry VI, Part II"
Total: 21

1

I,2,274

Why droops my lord, like over-ripen'd corn,
Hanging the head at Ceres' plenteous load?...

2

I,2,296

What dream'd my lord? tell me, and I'll requite it
With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream.

3

I,2,305

Tut, this was nothing but an argument
That he that breaks a stick of Gloucester's grove...

4

I,2,324

What, what, my lord! are you so choleric
With Eleanor, for telling but her dream?...

5

I,2,334

Yes, my good lord, I'll follow presently.
[Exeunt GLOUCESTER and Messenger]...

6

I,2,347

What say'st thou? majesty! I am but grace.

7

I,2,350

What say'st thou, man? hast thou as yet conferr'd
With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch,...

8

I,2,358

It is enough; I'll think upon the questions:
When from St. Alban's we do make return,...

9

I,3,536

Was't I! yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman:
Could I come near your beauty with my nails,...

10

I,3,540

Against her will! good king, look to't in time;
She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby:...

11

I,4,640

Well said, my masters; and welcome all. To this
gear the sooner the better.

12

I,4,683

Not half so bad as thine to England's king,
Injurious duke, that threatest where's no cause.

13

II,3,1057

Welcome is banishment; welcome were my death.

14

II,4,1179

Come you, my lord, to see my open shame?
Now thou dost penance too. Look how they gaze!...

15

II,4,1187

Ah, Gloucester, teach me to forget myself!
For whilst I think I am thy married wife...

16

II,4,1247

What, gone, my lord, and bid me not farewell!

17

II,4,1250

Art thou gone too? all comfort go with thee!
For none abides with me: my joy is death;...

18

II,4,1259

That's bad enough, for I am but reproach:
And shall I then be used reproachfully?

19

II,4,1263

Sheriff, farewell, and better than I fare,
Although thou hast been conduct of my shame.

20

II,4,1266

Ay, ay, farewell; thy office is discharged.
Come, Stanley, shall we go?

21

II,4,1270

My shame will not be shifted with my sheet:
No, it will hang upon my richest robes...