Speeches (Lines) for Queen Margaret
in "Henry VI, Part III"
Total: 53

1

I,1,230

Nay, go not from me; I will follow thee.

2

I,1,232

Who can be patient in such extremes?
Ah, wretched man! would I had died a maid...

3

I,1,247

Enforced thee! art thou king, and wilt be forced?
I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch!...

4

I,1,275

Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee gone.

5

I,1,277

Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies.

6

I,1,280

Come, son, away; we may not linger thus.

7

I,4,489

Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand causes
I would prolong awhile the traitor's life....

8

I,4,505

Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland,
Come, make him stand upon this molehill here,...

9

I,4,550

Nay, stay; lets hear the orisons he makes.

10

I,4,613

What, weeping-ripe, my Lord Northumberland?
Think but upon the wrong he did us all,...

11

I,4,618

And here's to right our gentle-hearted king.

12

I,4,623

Off with his head, and set it on York gates;
So York may overlook the town of York.

13

II,2,843

Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York.
Yonder's the head of that arch-enemy...

14

II,2,898

My lord, cheer up your spirits: our foes are nigh,
And this soft courage makes your followers faint....

15

II,2,918

Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our fortune.

16

II,2,929

Go, rate thy minions, proud insulting boy!
Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms...

17

II,2,947

Why, how now, long-tongued Warwick! dare you speak?
When you and I met at Saint Alban's last,...

18

II,2,963

Defy them then, or else hold close thy lips.

19

II,2,980

But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam;
But like a foul mis-shapen stigmatic,...

20

II,2,1020

Stay, Edward.

21

II,5,1237

Mount you, my lord; towards Berwick post amain:
Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds...

22

III,3,1693

No, mighty King of France: now Margaret
Must strike her sail and learn awhile to serve...

23

III,3,1702

From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears
And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares.

24

III,3,1712

Those gracious words revive my drooping thoughts
And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak....

25

III,3,1731

The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe.

26

III,3,1733

O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.
And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow!

27

III,3,1737

Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend.

28

III,3,1740

Ay, now begins a second storm to rise;
For this is he that moves both wind and tide.

29

III,3,1751

[Aside] If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.

30

III,3,1758

King Lewis and Lady Bona, hear me speak,
Before you answer Warwick. His demand...

31

III,3,1807

Heavens grant that Warwick's words bewitch him not!

32

III,3,1838

Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device
By this alliance to make void my suit:...

33

III,3,1853

Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, peace,
Proud setter up and puller down of kings!...

34

III,3,1874

Mine, such as fill my heart with unhoped joys.

35

III,3,1881

I told your majesty as much before:
This proveth Edward's love and Warwick's honesty.

36

III,3,1901

Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to love;
And I forgive and quite forget old faults,...

37

III,3,1916

Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry live,
Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?

38

III,3,1923

Let me give humble thanks for all at once.

39

III,3,1931

Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside,
And I am ready to put armour on.

40

III,3,1948

Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion.
Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous,...

41

V,4,2805

Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms....

42

V,4,2862

Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks.

43

V,4,2870

This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.

44

V,4,2880

Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say
My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,...

45

V,5,2901

So part we sadly in this troublous world,
To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.

46

V,5,2917

Ah, that thy father had been so resolved!

47

V,5,2923

Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.

48

V,5,2939

O, kill me too!

49

V,5,2951

O Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy!
Canst thou not speak? O traitors! murderers!...

50

V,5,2969

Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here,
Here sheathe thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death:...

51

V,5,2973

Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it.

52

V,5,2975

Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself:
'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity....

53

V,5,2982

So come to you and yours, as to this Prince!