Speeches (Lines) for King Richard II
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Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancaster,
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Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him,
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Then call them to our presence; face to face,
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We thank you both: yet one but flatters us,
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What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge?
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How high a pitch his resolution soars!
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Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears:
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Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruled by me;
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And, Norfolk, throw down his. |
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Norfolk, throw down, we bid; there is no boot. |
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Rage must be withstood:
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Cousin, throw up your gage; do you begin. |
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We were not born to sue, but to command;
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Marshal, demand of yonder champion
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Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms,
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We will descend and fold him in our arms.
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Farewell, my lord: securely I espy
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Let them lay by their helmets and their spears,
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Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom,
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It boots thee not to be compassionate:
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Return again, and take an oath with thee.
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Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes
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Why uncle, thou hast many years to live. |
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Thy son is banish'd upon good advice,
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Cousin, farewell; and, uncle, bid him so:
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We did observe. Cousin Aumerle,
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And say, what store of parting tears were shed? |
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What said our cousin when you parted with him? |
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He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt,
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We will ourself in person to this war:
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Where lies he? |
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Now put it, God, in the physician's mind
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What comfort, man? how is't with aged Gaunt? |
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Can sick men play so nicely with their names? |
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Should dying men flatter with those that live? |
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Thou, now a-dying, say'st thou flatterest me. |
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I am in health, I breathe, and see thee ill. |
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A lunatic lean-witted fool,
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And let them die that age and sullens have;
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Right, you say true: as Hereford's love, so his;
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What says he? |
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The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;
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Why, uncle, what's the matter? |
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Think what you will, we seize into our hands
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Go, Bushy, to the Earl of Wiltshire straight:
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Barkloughly castle call they this at hand? |
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Needs must I like it well: I weep for joy
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Discomfortable cousin! know'st thou not
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But now the blood of twenty thousand men
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I had forgot myself; am I not king?
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Mine ear is open and my heart prepared;
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Too well, too well thou tell'st a tale so ill.
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O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption!
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No matter where; of comfort no man speak:
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Thou chidest me well: proud Bolingbroke, I come
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Thou hast said enough.
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He does me double wrong
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We are amazed; and thus long have we stood
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Northumberland, say thus the king returns:
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O God, O God! that e'er this tongue of mine,
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What must the king do now? must he submit?
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Down, down I come; like glistering Phaethon,
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Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee
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Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all. |
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Well you deserve: they well deserve to have,
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Then I must not say no. |
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Alack, why am I sent for to a king,
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Give me the crown. Here, cousin, seize the crown;
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My crown I am; but still my griefs are mine:
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Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down.
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Ay, no; no, ay; for I must nothing be;
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Must I do so? and must I ravel out
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Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see:
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No lord of thine, thou haught insulting man,
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Fiend, thou torment'st me ere I come to hell! |
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They shall be satisfied: I'll read enough,
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Say that again.
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'Fair cousin'? I am greater than a king:
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And shall I have? |
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Then give me leave to go. |
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Whither you will, so I were from your sights. |
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O, good! convey? conveyers are you all,
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Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so,
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A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but beasts,
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Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal
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Doubly divorced! Bad men, you violate
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Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart. |
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So two, together weeping, make one woe.
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Twice for one step I'll groan, the way being short,
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We make woe wanton with this fond delay:
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I have been studying how I may compare
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Thanks, noble peer;
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Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend,
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So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back!
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If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away. |
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Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do. |
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The devil take Henry of Lancaster and thee!
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How now! what means death in this rude assault?
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