Speeches (Lines) for Earl of Warwick in "Henry IV, Part II"
Total: 26
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III,1,1737 |
(stage directions). Enter WARWICK and Surrey
Earl of Warwick. Many good morrows to your Majesty!
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III,1,1739 |
Henry IV. Is it good morrow, lords?
Earl of Warwick. 'Tis one o'clock, and past.
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III,1,1742 |
Henry IV. Why then, good morrow to you all, my lords.
Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you?
Earl of Warwick. We have, my liege.
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III,1,1746 |
Henry IV. Then you perceive the body of our kingdom
How foul it is; what rank diseases grow,
And with what danger, near the heart of it.
Earl of Warwick. It is but as a body yet distempered;
Which to his former strength may be restored
With good advice and little medicine.
My Lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd.
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III,1,1785 |
Henry IV. O God! that one might read the book of fate,
And see the revolution of the times
Make mountains level, and the continent,
Weary of solid firmness, melt itself
Into the sea; and other times to see
The beachy girdle of the ocean
Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock,
And changes fill the cup of alteration
With divers liquors! O, if this were seen,
The happiest youth, viewing his progress through,
What perils past, what crosses to ensue,
Would shut the book and sit him down and die.
'Tis not ten years gone
Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends,
Did feast together, and in two years after
Were they at wars. It is but eight years since
This Percy was the man nearest my soul;
Who like a brother toil'd in my affairs
And laid his love and life under my foot;
Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard
Gave him defiance. But which of you was by—
[To WARWICK] You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember—
When Richard, with his eye brim full of tears,
Then check'd and rated by Northumberland,
Did speak these words, now prov'd a prophecy?
'Northumberland, thou ladder by the which
My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne'—
Though then, God knows, I had no such intent
But that necessity so bow'd the state
That I and greatness were compell'd to kiss—
'The time shall come'—thus did he follow it—
'The time will come that foul sin, gathering head,
Shall break into corruption' so went on,
Foretelling this same time's condition
And the division of our amity.
Earl of Warwick. There is a history in all men's lives,
Figuring the natures of the times deceas'd;
The which observ'd, a man may prophesy,
With a near aim, of the main chance of things
As yet not come to life, who in their seeds
And weak beginning lie intreasured.
Such things become the hatch and brood of time;
And, by the necessary form of this,
King Richard might create a perfect guess
That great Northumberland, then false to him,
Would of that seed grow to a greater falseness;
Which should not find a ground to root upon
Unless on you.
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III,1,1803 |
Henry IV. Are these things then necessities?
Then let us meet them like necessities;
And that same word even now cries out on us.
They say the Bishop and Northumberland
Are fifty thousand strong.
Earl of Warwick. It cannot be, my lord.
Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the feared. Please it your Grace
To go to bed. Upon my soul, my lord,
The powers that you already have sent forth
Shall bring this prize in very easily.
To comfort you the more, I have receiv'd
A certain instance that Glendower is dead.
Your Majesty hath been this fortnight ill;
And these unseasoned hours perforce must ad
Unto your sickness.
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IV,4,2756 |
Henry IV. Now, lords, if God doth give successful end
To this debate that bleedeth at our doors,
We will our youth lead on to higher fields,
And draw no swords but what are sanctified.
Our navy is address'd, our power connected,
Our substitutes in absence well invested,
And everything lies level to our wish.
Only we want a little personal strength;
And pause us till these rebels, now afoot,
Come underneath the yoke of government.
Earl of Warwick. Both which we doubt not but your Majesty
Shall soon enjoy.
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IV,4,2815 |
Henry IV. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds;
And he, the noble image of my youth,
Is overspread with them; therefore my grief
Stretches itself beyond the hour of death.
The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape,
In forms imaginary, th'unguided days
And rotten times that you shall look upon
When I am sleeping with my ancestors.
For when his headstrong riot hath no curb,
When rage and hot blood are his counsellors
When means and lavish manners meet together,
O, with what wings shall his affections fly
Towards fronting peril and oppos'd decay!
Earl of Warwick. My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite.
The Prince but studies his companions
Like a strange tongue, wherein, to gain the language,
'Tis needful that the most immodest word
Be look'd upon and learnt; which once attain'd,
Your Highness knows, comes to no further use
But to be known and hated. So, like gross terms,
The Prince will, in the perfectness of time,
Cast off his followers; and their memory
Shall as a pattern or a measure live
By which his Grace must mete the lives of other,
Turning past evils to advantages.
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IV,4,2867 |
Earl of Westmoreland. My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look up.
Earl of Warwick. Be patient, Princes; you do know these fits
Are with his Highness very ordinary.
Stand from him, give him air; he'll straight be well.
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IV,4,2882 |
Prince Thomas. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb between;
And the old folk, Time's doting chronicles,
Say it did so a little time before
That our great grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died.
Earl of Warwick. Speak lower, Princes, for the King recovers.
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IV,5,2890 |
Henry IV. Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends;
Unless some dull and favourable hand
Will whisper music to my weary spirit.
Earl of Warwick. Call for the music in the other room.
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IV,5,2893 |
Prince Thomas. His eye is hollow, and he changes much.
Earl of Warwick. Less noise! less noise!
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IV,5,2903 |
Henry V. If he be sick with joy, he'll recover without physic.
Earl of Warwick. Not so much noise, my lords. Sweet Prince, speak low;
The King your father is dispos'd to sleep.
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IV,5,2906 |
Prince Thomas. Let us withdraw into the other room.
Earl of Warwick. Will't please your Grace to go along with us?
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IV,5,2940 |
Prince Thomas. Doth the King call?
Earl of Warwick. What would your Majesty? How fares your Grace?
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IV,5,2946 |
Henry IV. The Prince of Wales! Where is he? Let me see him.
He is not here.
Earl of Warwick. This door is open; he is gone this way.
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IV,5,2950 |
Henry IV. Where is the crown? Who took it from my pillow?
Earl of Warwick. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here.
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IV,5,2976 |
Henry IV. The Prince hath ta'en it hence. Go, seek him out.
Is he so hasty that he doth suppose
My sleep my death?
Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him hither.
[Exit WARWICK]
This part of his conjoins with my disease
And helps to end me. See, sons, what things you are!
How quickly nature falls into revolt
When gold becomes her object!
For this the foolish over-careful fathers
Have broke their sleep with thoughts,
Their brains with care, their bones with industry;
For this they have engrossed and pil'd up
The cank'red heaps of strange-achieved gold;
For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their sons with arts and martial exercises;
When, like the bee, tolling from every flower
The virtuous sweets,
Our thighs with wax, our mouths with honey pack'd,
We bring it to the hive, and, like the bees,
Are murd'red for our pains. This bitter taste
Yields his engrossments to the ending father.
[Re-enter WARWICK]
Now where is he that will not stay so long
Till his friend sickness hath determin'd me?
Earl of Warwick. My lord, I found the Prince in the next room,
Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks,
With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow,
That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood,
Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife
With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither.
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IV,5,3132 |
Henry IV. Doth any name particular belong
Unto the lodging where I first did swoon?
Earl of Warwick. 'Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord.
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V,2,3245 |
(stage directions). Enter, severally, WARWICK, and the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE
Earl of Warwick. How now, my Lord Chief Justice; whither away?
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V,2,3247 |
Lord Chief Justice. How doth the King?
Earl of Warwick. Exceeding well; his cares are now all ended.
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V,2,3249 |
Lord Chief Justice. I hope, not dead.
Earl of Warwick. He's walk'd the way of nature;
And to our purposes he lives no more.
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V,2,3254 |
Lord Chief Justice. I would his Majesty had call'd me with him.
The service that I truly did his life
Hath left me open to all injuries.
Earl of Warwick. Indeed, I think the young king loves you not.
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V,2,3260 |
(stage directions). Enter LANCASTER, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, WESTMORELAND, and others
Earl of Warwick. Here comes the heavy issue of dead Harry.
O that the living Harry had the temper
Of he, the worst of these three gentlemen!
How many nobles then should hold their places
That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!
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V,2,3269 |
Prince John. We meet like men that had forgot to speak.
Earl of Warwick. We do remember; but our argument
Is all too heavy to admit much talk.
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V,2,3289 |
Lord Chief Justice. Sweet Princes, what I did, I did in honour,
Led by th' impartial conduct of my soul;
And never shall you see that I will beg
A ragged and forestall'd remission.
If truth and upright innocency fail me,
I'll to the King my master that is dead,
And tell him who hath sent me after him.
Earl of Warwick. Here comes the Prince.
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