Speeches (Lines) for Hotspur (Henry Percy)
in "Richard II"

Total: 12

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# Act, Scene, Line
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Speech text

1

II,3,1177

I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd his health of you.

2

II,3,1179

No, my good Lord; he hath forsook the court,
Broken his staff of office and dispersed
The household of the king.

3

II,3,1184

Because your lordship was proclaimed traitor.
But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurgh,
To offer service to the Duke of Hereford,
And sent me over by Berkeley, to discover
What power the Duke of York had levied there;
Then with directions to repair to Ravenspurgh.

4

II,3,1191

No, my good lord, for that is not forgot
Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge,
I never in my life did look on him.

5

II,3,1195

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.

6

II,3,1207

There stands the castle, by yon tuft of trees,
Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard;
And in it are the Lords of York, Berkeley, and Seymour;
None else of name and noble estimate.

7

III,3,1657

The castle royally is mann'd, my lord,
Against thy entrance.

8

III,3,1661

Yes, my good lord,
It doth contain a king; King Richard lies
Within the limits of yon lime and stone:
And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury,
Sir Stephen Scroop, besides a clergyman
Of holy reverence; who, I cannot learn.

9

IV,1,2026

Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as true
In this appeal as thou art all unjust;
And that thou art so, there I throw my gage,
To prove it on thee to the extremest point
Of mortal breathing: seize it, if thou darest.

10

V,3,2587

My lord, some two days since I saw the prince,
And told him of those triumphs held at Oxford.

11

V,3,2590

His answer was, he would unto the stews,
And from the common'st creature pluck a glove,
And wear it as a favour; and with that
He would unhorse the lustiest challenger.

12

V,6,2901

The grand conspirator, Abbot of Westminster,
With clog of conscience and sour melancholy
Hath yielded up his body to the grave;
But here is Carlisle living, to abide
Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride.

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