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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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the character name is "Poet."
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Henry VI, Part I
[I, 3] |
Duke of Gloucester |
369 |
Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear?
Open the gates; here's Gloucester that would enter.
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2 |
Henry VI, Part I
[I, 4] |
Earl of Salisbury |
516 |
I grieve to hear what torments you endured,
But we will be revenged sufficiently
Now it is supper-time in Orleans:
Here, through this grate, I count each one
and view the Frenchmen how they fortify:
Let us look in; the sight will much delight thee.
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
Let me have your express opinions
Where is best place to make our battery next.
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3 |
Henry VI, Part I
[I, 4] |
Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury |
567 |
Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth groan!
It irks his heart he cannot be revenged.
Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:
Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,
Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,
And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare.
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4 |
Henry VI, Part I
[I, 6] |
Duke of Alencon |
643 |
All France will be replete with mirth and joy,
When they shall hear how we have play'd the men.
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5 |
Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 1] |
Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester) |
1845 |
This is my servant: hear him, noble prince.
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6 |
Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 2] |
Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury |
2010 |
He fables not; I hear the enemy:
Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings.
O, negligent and heedless discipline!
How are we park'd and bounded in a pale,
A little herd of England's timorous deer,
Mazed with a yelping kennel of French curs!
If we be English deer, be then in blood;
Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch,
But rather, moody-mad and desperate stags,
Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel
And make the cowards stand aloof at bay:
Sell every man his life as dear as mine,
And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends.
God and Saint George, Talbot and England's right,
Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight!
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7 |
Henry VI, Part I
[V, 3] |
Queen Margaret |
2543 |
I were best to leave him, for he will not hear.
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8 |
Henry VI, Part I
[V, 3] |
Queen Margaret |
2557 |
Hear ye, captain, are you not at leisure?
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