Speeches (Lines) for Lord Mowbray
in "Henry IV, Part II"

Total: 18

---
# Act, Scene, Line
(Click to see in context)
Speech text

1

I,3,609

I well allow the occasion of our amis;
But gladly would be better satisfied
How, in our means, we should advance ourselves
To look with forehead bold and big enough
Upon the power and puissance of the King.

2

I,3,716

Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on?

3

IV,1,2218

Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground
And dash themselves to pieces.

4

IV,1,2226

The just proportion that we gave them out.
Let us sway on and face them in the field.

5

IV,1,2230

I think it is my Lord of Westmoreland.

6

IV,1,2304

Why not to him in part, and to us all
That feel the bruises of the days before,
And suffer the condition of these times
To lay a heavy and unequal hand
Upon our honours?

7

IV,1,2319

What thing, in honour, had my father lost
That need to be reviv'd and breath'd in me?
The King that lov'd him, as the state stood then,
Was force perforce compell'd to banish him,
And then that Henry Bolingbroke and he,
Being mounted and both roused in their seats,
Their neighing coursers daring of the spur,
Their armed staves in charge, their beavers down,
Their eyes of fire sparkling through sights of steel,
And the loud trumpet blowing them together—
Then, then, when there was nothing could have stay'd
My father from the breast of Bolingbroke,
O, when the King did throw his warder down—
His own life hung upon the staff he threw—
Then threw he down himself, and all their lives
That by indictment and by dint of sword
Have since miscarried under Bolingbroke.

8

IV,1,2353

But he hath forc'd us to compel this offer;
And it proceeds from policy, not love.

9

IV,1,2365

Well, by my will we shall admit no parley.

10

IV,1,2390

There is a thing within my bosom tells me
That no conditions of our peace can stand.

11

IV,1,2396

Yea, but our valuation shall be such
That every slight and false-derived cause,
Yea, every idle, nice, and wanton reason,
Shall to the King taste of this action;
That, were our royal faiths martyrs in love,
We shall be winnow'd with so rough a wind
That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff,
And good from bad find no partition.

12

IV,1,2432

Be it so.
Here is return'd my Lord of Westmoreland.

13

IV,1,2438

Your Grace of York, in God's name then, set forward.

14

IV,2,2485

If not, we ready are to try our fortunes
To the last man.

15

IV,2,2524

You wish me health in very happy season,
For I am on the sudden something ill.

16

IV,2,2531

So much the worse, if your own rule be true.

17

IV,2,2535

This had been cheerful after victory.

18

IV,2,2563

Is this proceeding just and honourable?

Return to the "Henry IV, Part II" menu

Plays + Sonnets + Poems + Concordance + Character Search + Advanced Search + About OSS