Speeches (Lines) for Henry VI
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My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,
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Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland. |
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Ah, know you not the city favours them,
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Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart,
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And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne? |
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What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?
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The lord protector lost it, and not I:
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Peace, thou! and give King Henry leave to speak. |
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Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne,
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Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown. |
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[Aside] I know not what to say; my title's weak.—
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An if he may, then am I lawful king;
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Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter? |
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[Aside] All will revolt from me, and turn to him. |
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O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart! |
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My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word:
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I am content: Richard Plantagenet,
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Ah, Exeter! |
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Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son,
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And long live thou and these thy forward sons! |
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And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court. |
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Exeter, so will I. |
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Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay. |
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Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son:
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Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak. |
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Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me? |
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Poor queen! how love to me and to her son
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Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their wreck:
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Full well hath Clifford play'd the orator,
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Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight;
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Why, that's my fortune too; therefore I'll stay. |
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Have done with words, my lords, and hear me speak. |
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I prithee, give no limits to my tongue:
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This battle fares like to the morning's war,
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O piteous spectacle! O bloody times!
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Woe above woe! grief more than common grief!
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How will the country for these woful chances
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Was ever king so grieved for subjects' woe?
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Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care,
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Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter:
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From Scotland am I stol'n, even of pure love,
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Let me embrace thee, sour adversity,
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My queen and son are gone to France for aid;
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More than I seem, and less than I was born to:
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Why, so I am, in mind; and that's enough. |
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My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
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But did you never swear, and break an oath? |
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Where did you dwell when I was King of England? |
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I was anointed king at nine months old;
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Why, am I dead? do I not breathe a man?
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So would you be again to Henry,
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In God's name, lead; your king's name be obey'd:
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Master lieutenant, now that God and friends
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For what, lieutenant? for well using me?
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Warwick and Clarence give me both your hands:
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But, with the first of all your chief affairs,
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My Lord of Somerset, what youth is that,
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Come hither, England's hope.
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Let's levy men, and beat him back again. |
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Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope. |
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Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate! |
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Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,
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Here at the palace I will rest awhile.
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That's not my fear; my meed hath got me fame:
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Ay, my good lord:—my lord, I should say rather;
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So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;
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The bird that hath been limed in a bush,
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I, Daedalus; my poor boy, Icarus;
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A persecutor, I am sure, thou art:
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Hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst presume,
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Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.
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