Speeches (Lines) for Duke/Earl of Somerset
in "Henry VI, Part I"
Total: 27

1

II,4,930

Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between us.

2

II,4,943

And on my side it is so well apparell'd,
So clear, so shining and so evident...

3

II,4,953

Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,
But dare maintain the party of the truth,...

4

II,4,965

Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:
If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.

5

II,4,972

Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
Lest bleeding you do paint the white rose red...

6

II,4,978

Well, well, come on: who else?

7

II,4,985

Here in my scabbard, meditating that
Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.

8

II,4,991

No, Plantagenet,
'Tis not for fear but anger that thy cheeks...

9

II,4,997

Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?

10

II,4,1001

Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses,
That shall maintain what I have said is true,...

11

II,4,1011

Away, away, good William de la Pole!
We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.

12

II,4,1020

By him that made me, I'll maintain my words
On any plot of ground in Christendom....

13

II,4,1037

Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still;
And know us by these colours for thy foes,...

14

II,4,1049

Have with thee, Pole. Farewell, ambitious Richard.

15

III,1,1275

My lord, it were your duty to forbear.

16

III,1,1277

Methinks my lord should be religious
And know the office that belongs to such.

17

III,1,1281

Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near.

18

III,1,1412

[Aside] Perish, base prince, ignoble Duke of York!

19

IV,1,1846

And this is mine: sweet Henry, favour him.

20

IV,1,1874

Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out,
Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.

21

IV,1,1883

The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.

22

IV,4,2086

It is too late; I cannot send them now:
This expedition was by York and Talbot...

23

IV,4,2098

How now, Sir William! whither were you sent?

24

IV,4,2115

York set him on; York should have sent him aid.

25

IV,4,2119

York lies; he might have sent and had the horse;
I owe him little duty, and less love;...

26

IV,4,2126

Come, go; I will dispatch the horsemen straight:
Within six hours they will be at his aid.

27

IV,4,2131

If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu!