Speeches (Lines) for Henry IV
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Many years of happy days befal
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First, heaven be the record to my speech!
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Pale trembling coward, there I throw my gage,
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Look, what I speak, my life shall prove it true;
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O, God defend my soul from such deep sin!
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Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby
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Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's hand,
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O let no noble eye profane a tear
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Mine innocency and Saint George to thrive! |
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Strong as a tower in hope, I cry amen. |
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Your will be done: this must my comfort be,
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I swear. |
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Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy:—
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How long a time lies in one little word!
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I have too few to take my leave of you,
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Joy absent, grief is present for that time. |
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To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten. |
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My heart will sigh when I miscall it so,
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Nay, rather, every tedious stride I make
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O, who can hold a fire in his hand
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Then, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu;
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How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now? |
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Of much less value is my company
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I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure
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Welcome, my lords. I wot your love pursues
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Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor;
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My lord, my answer is—to Lancaster;
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I shall not need transport my words by you;
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My gracious uncle— |
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My gracious uncle, let me know my fault:
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As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereford;
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An offer, uncle, that we will accept:
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Bring forth these men.
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My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatch'd.
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Thank, gentle uncle. Come, lords, away.
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So that by this intelligence we learn
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Mistake not, uncle, further than you should. |
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I know it, uncle, and oppose not myself
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Royally!
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Noble lords,
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What says his majesty? |
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Stand all apart,
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My gracious lord, I come but for mine own. |
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So far be mine, my most redoubted lord,
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Yea, my good lord. |
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Call forth Bagot.
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Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man. |
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Bagot, forbear; thou shalt not take it up. |
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These differences shall all rest under gage
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Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead? |
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Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom
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In God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne. |
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Fetch hither Richard, that in common view
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Lords, you that here are under our arrest,
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I thought you had been willing to resign. |
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Part of your cares you give me with your crown. |
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Are you contented to resign the crown? |
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Go some of you and fetch a looking-glass. |
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Urge it no more, my Lord Northumberland. |
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The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd
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Name it, fair cousin. |
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Yet ask. |
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You shall. |
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Whither? |
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Go, some of you convey him to the Tower. |
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On Wednesday next we solemnly set down
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Can no man tell me of my unthrifty son?
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And what said the gallant? |
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As dissolute as desperate; yet through both
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What means our cousin, that he stares and looks
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Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone.
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Intended or committed was this fault?
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Have thy desire. |
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Villain, I'll make thee safe. |
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What is the matter, uncle? speak;
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O heinous, strong and bold conspiracy!
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What shrill-voiced suppliant makes this eager cry? |
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Our scene is alter'd from a serious thing,
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Rise up, good aunt. |
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Good aunt, stand up. |
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Good aunt, stand up. |
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I pardon him, as God shall pardon me. |
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With all my heart
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But for our trusty brother-in-law and the abbot,
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Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear
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We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains;
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Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot;
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Carlisle, this is your doom:
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Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought
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They love not poison that do poison need,
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