Speeches (Lines) for Queen Elizabeth
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If he were dead, what would betide of me? |
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The loss of such a lord includes all harm. |
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Oh, he is young and his minority
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It is determined, not concluded yet:
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The Countess Richmond, good my Lord of Derby.
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What likelihood of his amendment, lords? |
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God grant him health! Did you confer with him? |
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Would all were well! but that will never be
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Brother of Gloucester, you mistake the matter.
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Come, come, we know your meaning, brother
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By Him that raised me to this careful height
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My Lord of Gloucester, I have too long borne
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As little joy, my lord, as you suppose
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So just is God, to right the innocent. |
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Thus have you breathed your curse against yourself. |
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I never did her any, to my knowledge. |
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Catesby, we come. Lords, will you go with us? |
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Here, Hastings; I will never more remember
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A holy day shall this be kept hereafter:
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All seeing heaven, what a world is this! |
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Oh, who shall hinder me to wail and weep,
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To make an act of tragic violence:
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Give me no help in lamentation;
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What stay had I but Edward? and he's gone. |
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Was never widow had so dear a loss! |
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[with the Duchess of York] With all our harts. |
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But I hear, no; they say my son of York
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A parlous boy: go to, you are too shrewd. |
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Pitchers have ears. |
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30 |
How fares the prince? |
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31 |
For what offence? |
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32 |
Ay me, I see the downfall of our house!
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33 |
Come, come, my boy; we will to sanctuary.
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34 |
You have no cause. |
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As much to you, good sister! Whither away? |
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Kind sister, thanks: we'll enter all together.
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The king! why, who's that? |
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38 |
The Lord protect him from that kingly title!
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O, cut my lace in sunder, that my pent heart
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O Dorset, speak not to me, get thee hence!
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Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory
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Poor heart, adieu! I pity thy complaining. |
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43 |
Farewell, thou woful welcomer of glory! |
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44 |
Stay, yet look back with me unto the Tower.
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Ah, my young princes! ah, my tender babes!
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Wilt thou, O God, fly from such gentle lambs,
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O, that thou wouldst as well afford a grave
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O, thou didst prophesy the time would come
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O thou well skill'd in curses, stay awhile,
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My words are dull; O, quicken them with thine! |
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Windy attorneys to their client woes,
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Hidest thou that forehead with a golden crown,
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Where is kind Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey? |
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Though far more cause, yet much less spirit to curse
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I have no more sons of the royal blood
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And must she die for this? O, let her live,
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To save her life, I'll say she is not so. |
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And only in that safety died her brothers. |
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No, to their lives bad friends were contrary. |
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True, when avoided grace makes destiny:
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Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle cozen'd
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What good is cover'd with the face of heaven,
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Up to some scaffold, there to lose their heads? |
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Flatter my sorrows with report of it;
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Be brief, lest that be process of thy kindness
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My daughter's mother thinks it with her soul. |
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That thou dost love my daughter from thy soul:
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Say then, who dost thou mean shall be her king? |
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What, thou? |
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How canst thou woo her? |
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And wilt thou learn of me? |
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Send to her, by the man that slew her brothers,
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There is no other way
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Nay, then indeed she cannot choose but hate thee,
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What were I best to say? her father's brother
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Which she shall purchase with still lasting war. |
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That at her hands which the king's King forbids. |
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To wail the tide, as her mother doth. |
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But how long shall that title 'ever' last? |
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But how long fairly shall her sweet lie last? |
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81 |
So long as hell and Richard likes of it. |
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But she, your subject, loathes such sovereignty. |
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An honest tale speeds best being plainly told. |
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Plain and not honest is too harsh a style. |
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O no, my reasons are too deep and dead;
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Harp on it still shall I till heart-strings break. |
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Profaned, dishonour'd, and the third usurp'd. |
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By nothing; for this is no oath:
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'Tis full of thy foul wrongs. |
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Thy life hath that dishonour'd. |
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Thyself thyself misusest. |
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God's wrong is most of all.
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That thou hast wronged in the time o'erpast;
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Shall I be tempted of the devil thus? |
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Shall I forget myself to be myself? |
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But thou didst kill my children. |
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Shall I go win my daughter to thy will? |
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I go. Write to me very shortly.
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