Speeches (Lines) for Prince Edward
in "Richard III"

Total: 19

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# Act, Scene, Line
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Speech text

1

III,1,1570

No, uncle; but our crosses on the way
Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy
I want more uncles here to welcome me.

2

III,1,1582

God keep me from false friends! but they were none.

3

III,1,1586

I thank you, good my lord; and thank you all.
I thought my mother, and my brother York,
Would long ere this have met us on the way
Fie, what a slug is Hastings, that he comes not
To tell us whether they will come or no!

4

III,1,1593

Welcome, my lord: what, will our mother come?

5

III,1,1628

Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may.
[Exeunt CARDINAL and HASTINGS]
Say, uncle Gloucester, if our brother come,
Where shall we sojourn till our coronation?

6

III,1,1637

I do not like the Tower, of any place.
Did Julius Caesar build that place, my lord?

7

III,1,1641

Is it upon record, or else reported
Successively from age to age, he built it?

8

III,1,1644

But say, my lord, it were not register'd,
Methinks the truth should live from age to age,
As 'twere retail'd to all posterity,
Even to the general all-ending day.

9

III,1,1650

What say you, uncle?

10

III,1,1655

That Julius Caesar was a famous man;
With what his valour did enrich his wit,
His wit set down to make his valour live
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;
For now he lives in fame, though not in life.
I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham,—

11

III,1,1662

An if I live until I be a man,
I'll win our ancient right in France again,
Or die a soldier, as I lived a king.

12

III,1,1668

Richard of York! how fares our loving brother?

13

III,1,1670

Ay, brother, to our grief, as it is yours:
Too late he died that might have kept that title,
Which by his death hath lost much majesty.

14

III,1,1685

A beggar, brother?

15

III,1,1699

My Lord of York will still be cross in talk:
Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him.

16

III,1,1714

My lord protector needs will have it so.

17

III,1,1719

I fear no uncles dead.

18

III,1,1721

An if they live, I hope I need not fear.
But come, my lord; and with a heavy heart,
Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.
[A Sennet. Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER, BUCKINGHAM]
and CATESBY]

19

V,3,3593

[To KING RICHARD III]
Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!
Think, how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth
At Tewksbury: despair, therefore, and die!
[To RICHMOND]
Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls
Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf
King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.

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