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Richard II
[I, 1] |
Henry IV |
23 |
Many years of happy days befal
My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege!
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2 |
Richard II
[II, 2] |
Bushy |
1026 |
'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady.
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3 |
Richard II
[II, 3] |
Hotspur (Henry Percy) |
1195 |
My gracious lord, I tender you my service,
Such as it is, being tender, raw and young:
Which elder days shall ripen and confirm
To more approved service and desert.
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4 |
Richard II
[II, 3] |
Lord Berkeley |
1230 |
Mistake me not, my lord; 'tis not my meaning
To raze one title of your honour out:
To you, my lord, I come, what lord you will,
From the most gracious regent of this land,
The Duke of York, to know what pricks you on
To take advantage of the absent time
And fright our native peace with self-born arms.
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5 |
Richard II
[II, 3] |
Henry IV |
1243 |
My gracious uncle—
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6 |
Richard II
[II, 3] |
Henry IV |
1264 |
My gracious uncle, let me know my fault:
On what condition stands it and wherein?
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7 |
Richard II
[III, 2] |
Earl of Salisbury |
1473 |
Nor near nor farther off, my gracious lord,
Than this weak arm: discomfort guides my tongue
And bids me speak of nothing but despair.
One day too late, I fear me, noble lord,
Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth:
O, call back yesterday, bid time return,
And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men!
To-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late,
O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune and thy state:
For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead.
Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispersed and fled.
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8 |
Richard II
[III, 3] |
Earl of Northumberland |
1742 |
The king of heaven forbid our lord the king
Should so with civil and uncivil arms
Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice noble cousin
Harry Bolingbroke doth humbly kiss thy hand;
And by the honourable tomb he swears,
That stands upon your royal grandsire's bones,
And by the royalties of both your bloods,
Currents that spring from one most gracious head,
And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt,
And by the worth and honour of himself,
Comprising all that may be sworn or said,
His coming hither hath no further scope
Than for his lineal royalties and to beg
Enfranchisement immediate on his knees:
Which on thy royal party granted once,
His glittering arms he will commend to rust,
His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart
To faithful service of your majesty.
This swears he, as he is a prince, is just;
And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him.
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Richard II
[III, 3] |
King Richard II |
1762 |
Northumberland, say thus the king returns:
His noble cousin is right welcome hither;
And all the number of his fair demands
Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction:
With all the gracious utterance thou hast
Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.
We do debase ourselves, cousin, do we not,
[To DUKE OF AUMERLE]
To look so poorly and to speak so fair?
Shall we call back Northumberland, and send
Defiance to the traitor, and so die?
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10 |
Richard II
[III, 3] |
Henry IV |
1834 |
Stand all apart,
And show fair duty to his majesty.
[He kneels down]
My gracious lord,—
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11 |
Richard II
[III, 3] |
Henry IV |
1844 |
My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.
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