Speeches (Lines) for Bushy
in "Richard II"

Total: 13

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# Act, Scene, Line
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1

I,4,668

Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord,
Suddenly taken; and hath sent post haste
To entreat your majesty to visit him.

2

I,4,672

At Ely House.

3

II,2,994

Madam, your majesty is too much sad:
You promised, when you parted with the king,
To lay aside life-harming heaviness
And entertain a cheerful disposition.

4

II,2,1007

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows,
Which shows like grief itself, but is not so;
For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears,
Divides one thing entire to many objects;
Like perspectives, which rightly gazed upon
Show nothing but confusion, eyed awry
Distinguish form: so your sweet majesty,
Looking awry upon your lord's departure,
Find shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail;
Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows
Of what it is not. Then, thrice-gracious queen,
More than your lord's departure weep not: more's not seen;
Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye,
Which for things true weeps things imaginary.

5

II,2,1026

'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady.

6

II,2,1051

Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland
And all the rest revolted faction traitors?

7

II,2,1062

Despair not, madam.

8

II,2,1123

The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland,
But none returns. For us to levy power
Proportionable to the enemy
Is all unpossible.

9

II,2,1132

Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd.

10

II,2,1137

Thither will I with you; for little office
The hateful commons will perform for us,
Except like curs to tear us all to pieces.
Will you go along with us?

11

II,2,1144

That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.

12

II,2,1149

Well, we may meet again.

13

III,1,1390

More welcome is the stroke of death to me
Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell.

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