Speeches (Lines) for Lord Mayor of London
in "Henry VI, Part I"

Total: 5

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# Act, Scene, Line
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1

I,3,415

Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,
Thus contumeliously should break the peace!

2

I,3,429

Naught rests for me in this tumultuous strife
But to make open proclamation:
Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst,
Cry.

3

I,3,443

I'll call for clubs, if you will not away.
This cardinal's more haughty than the devil.

4

I,3,450

See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.
Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear!
I myself fight not once in forty year.

5

III,1,1303

O, my good lords, and virtuous Henry,
Pity the city of London, pity us!
The bishop and the Duke of Gloucester's men,
Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble stones
And banding themselves in contrary parts
Do pelt so fast at one another's pate
That many have their giddy brains knock'd out:
Our windows are broke down in every street
And we for fear compell'd to shut our shops.

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