Speeches (Lines) for Captain
in "Henry VI, Part II"

Total: 11

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1

IV,1,2152

(stage directions). [Alarum. Fight at sea. Ordnance goes off. Enter a]
Captain, a Master, a Master's-mate, WALTER WHITMORE,
and others; with them SUFFOLK, and others, prisoners]

Captain. The gaudy, blabbing and remorseful day
Is crept into the bosom of the sea;
And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades
That drag the tragic melancholy night;
Who, with their drowsy, slow and flagging wings,
Clip dead men's graves and from their misty jaws
Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air.
Therefore bring forth the soldiers of our prize;
For, whilst our pinnace anchors in the Downs,
Here shall they make their ransom on the sand,
Or with their blood stain this discolour'd shore.
Master, this prisoner freely give I thee;
And thou that art his mate, make boot of this;
The other, Walter Whitmore, is thy share.


2

IV,1,2169

Master. A thousand crowns, or else lay down your head.

Captain. What, think you much to pay two thousand crowns,
And bear the name and port of gentlemen?
Cut both the villains' throats; for die you shall:
The lives of those which we have lost in fight
Be counterpoised with such a petty sum!


3

IV,1,2180

Walter Whitmore. I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboard,
And therefore to revenge it, shalt thou die;
[To SUFFOLK]
And so should these, if I might have my will.

Captain. Be not so rash; take ransom, let him live.


4

IV,1,2202

Earl of Suffolk. Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke:
Jove sometimes went disguised, and why not I?

Captain. But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be.


5

IV,1,2219

Walter Whitmore. Speak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn swain?

Captain. First let my words stab him, as he hath me.


6

IV,1,2221

Earl of Suffolk. Base slave, thy words are blunt and so art thou.

Captain. Convey him hence and on our longboat's side
Strike off his head.


7

IV,1,2224

Earl of Suffolk. Thou darest not, for thy own.

Captain. Yes, Pole.


8

IV,1,2226

Earl of Suffolk. Pole!

Captain. Pool! Sir Pool! lord!
Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt
Troubles the silver spring where England drinks.
Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth
For swallowing the treasure of the realm:
Thy lips that kiss'd the queen shall sweep the ground;
And thou that smiledst at good Duke Humphrey's death,
Against the senseless winds shalt grin in vain,
Who in contempt shall hiss at thee again:
And wedded be thou to the hags of hell,
For daring to affy a mighty lord
Unto the daughter of a worthless king,
Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem.
By devilish policy art thou grown great,
And, like ambitious Sylla, overgorged
With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart.
By thee Anjou and Maine were sold to France,
The false revolting Normans thorough thee
Disdain to call us lord, and Picardy
Hath slain their governors, surprised our forts,
And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home.
The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all,
Whose dreadful swords were never drawn in vain,
As hating thee, are rising up in arms:
And now the house of York, thrust from the crown
By shameful murder of a guiltless king
And lofty proud encroaching tyranny,
Burns with revenging fire; whose hopeful colours
Advance our half-faced sun, striving to shine,
Under the which is writ 'Invitis nubibus.'
The commons here in Kent are up in arms:
And, to conclude, reproach and beggary
Is crept into the palace of our king.
And all by thee. Away! convey him hence.


9

IV,1,2271

Earl of Suffolk. O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder
Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges!
Small things make base men proud: this villain here,
Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more
Than Bargulus the strong Illyrian pirate.
Drones suck not eagles' blood but rob beehives:
It is impossible that I should die
By such a lowly vassal as thyself.
Thy words move rage and not remorse in me:
I go of message from the queen to France;
I charge thee waft me safely cross the Channel.

Captain. Walter,—


10

IV,1,2287

Earl of Suffolk. Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and rough,
Used to command, untaught to plead for favour.
Far be it we should honour such as these
With humble suit: no, rather let my head
Stoop to the block than these knees bow to any
Save to the God of heaven and to my king;
And sooner dance upon a bloody pole
Than stand uncover'd to the vulgar groom.
True nobility is exempt from fear:
More can I bear than you dare execute.

Captain. Hale him away, and let him talk no more.


11

IV,1,2296

(stage directions). [Exeunt Whitmore and others with Suffolk]

Captain. And as for these whose ransom we have set,
It is our pleasure one of them depart;
Therefore come you with us and let him go.


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