Speeches (Lines) for Henry VI
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Suffolk, arise. Welcome, Queen Margaret:
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Her sight did ravish; but her grace in speech,
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Uncle, how now! |
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Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on. |
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They please us well. Lord marquess, kneel down:
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For my part, noble lords, I care not which;
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Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will. |
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What mean'st thou, Suffolk; tell me, what are these? |
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Say, man, were these thy words? |
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Uncle, what shall we say to this in law? |
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Away with them to prison; and the day of combat
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But what a point, my lord, your falcon made,
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The treasury of everlasting joy. |
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I prithee, peace, good queen,
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How now, my lords! |
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Why, how now, uncle Gloucester! |
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The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords.
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Now, God be praised, that to believing souls
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Great is his comfort in this earthly vale,
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Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance,
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Where wert thou born? |
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Poor soul, God's goodness hath been great to thee:
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Why, then, thou know'st what colour jet is of? |
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O God, seest Thou this, and bearest so long? |
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What tidings with our cousin Buckingham? |
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O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones,
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Well, for this night we will repose us here:
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Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, Gloucester's wife:
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Stay, Humphrey Duke of Gloucester: ere thou go,
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O God's name, see the lists and all things fit:
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Go, take hence that traitor from our sight;
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I muse my Lord of Gloucester is not come:
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My lords, at once: the care you have of us,
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Welcome, Lord Somerset. What news from France? |
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Cold news, Lord Somerset: but God's will be done! |
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My lord of Gloucester, 'tis my special hope
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My lords, what to your wisdoms seemeth best,
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Ay, Margaret; my heart is drown'd with grief,
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Go, call our uncle to our presence straight;
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Lords, take your places; and, I pray you all,
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I thank thee, Meg; these words content me much.
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O heavenly God! |
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What, doth my Lord of Suffolk comfort me?
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Ah, woe is me for Gloucester, wretched man! |
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That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too true;
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O Thou that judgest all things, stay my thoughts,
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That is to see how deep my grave is made;
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What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted!
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Why, how now, lords! your wrathful weapons drawn
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Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me.
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Ungentle queen, to call him gentle Suffolk!
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How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to
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Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,
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O thou eternal Mover of the heavens.
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Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be!
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Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
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I'll send some holy bishop to entreat;
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Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to have thy head. |
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How now, madam!
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How now! what news? why comest thou in such haste? |
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O graceless men! they know not what they do. |
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Lord Say, the traitors hate thee;
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Come, Margaret; God, our hope, will succor us. |
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Farewell, my lord: trust not the Kentish rebels. |
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Was ever king that joy'd an earthly throne,
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Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surprised?
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Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting gates,
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Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and York distress'd.
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In any case, be not too rough in terms;
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Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better;
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Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us,
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Then what intends these forces thou dost bring? |
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The head of Cade! Great God, how just art Thou!
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How art thou call'd? and what is thy degree? |
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Iden, kneel down.
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See, Buckingham, Somerset comes with the queen:
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Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humour
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Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
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Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me? |
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Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath? |
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Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself. |
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Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay. |
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