Speeches (Lines) for Walter Whitmore
in "Henry VI, Part II"
Total: 8

1

IV,1,2176

Second Gentleman. And so will I and write home for it straight.

Walter Whitmore. I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboard,
And therefore to revenge it, shalt thou die;
[To SUFFOLK]
And so should these, if I might have my will.

2

IV,1,2183

Earl of Suffolk. Look on my George; I am a gentleman:
Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid.

Walter Whitmore. And so am I; my name is Walter Whitmore.
How now! why start'st thou? what, doth
death affright?

3

IV,1,2191

Earl of Suffolk. Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is death.
A cunning man did calculate my birth
And told me that by water I should die:
Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded;
Thy name is Gaultier, being rightly sounded.

Walter Whitmore. Gaultier or Walter, which it is, I care not:
Never yet did base dishonour blur our name,
But with our sword we wiped away the blot;
Therefore, when merchant-like I sell revenge,
Broke be my sword, my arms torn and defaced,
And I proclaim'd a coward through the world!

4

IV,1,2199

Earl of Suffolk. Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a prince,
The Duke of Suffolk, William de la Pole.

Walter Whitmore. The Duke of Suffolk muffled up in rags!

5

IV,1,2218

Earl of Suffolk. Obscure and lowly swain, King Henry's blood,
The honourable blood of Lancaster,
Must not be shed by such a jaded groom.
Hast thou not kiss'd thy hand and held my stirrup?
Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth mule
And thought thee happy when I shook my head?
How often hast thou waited at my cup,
Fed from my trencher, kneel'd down at the board.
When I have feasted with Queen Margaret?
Remember it and let it make thee crest-fall'n,
Ay, and allay this thy abortive pride;
How in our voiding lobby hast thou stood
And duly waited for my coming forth?
This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf,
And therefore shall it charm thy riotous tongue.

Walter Whitmore. Speak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn swain?

6

IV,1,2272

Captain. Walter,—

Walter Whitmore. Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death.

7

IV,1,2274

Earl of Suffolk. Gelidus timor occupat artus it is thee I fear.

Walter Whitmore. Thou shalt have cause to fear before I leave thee.
What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop?

8

IV,1,2301

(stage directions). [Re-enter WHITMORE with SUFFOLK's body]

Walter Whitmore. There let his head and lifeless body lie,
Until the queen his mistress bury it.