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Speeches (Lines) for Duke of Orleans
in "Henry V"

Total: 29

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# Act, Scene, Line
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Speech text

1

III,7,1645

You have an excellent armour; but let my horse have his due.

2

III,7,1647

Will it never be morning?

3

III,7,1650

You are as well provided of both as any prince in the world.

4

III,7,1659

He's of the colour of the nutmeg.

5

III,7,1669

No more, cousin.

6

III,7,1681

I have heard a sonnet begin so to one's mistress.

7

III,7,1684

Your mistress bears well.

8

III,7,1725

The Dauphin longs for morning.

9

III,7,1728

By the white hand of my lady, he's a gallant prince.

10

III,7,1730

He is simply the most active gentleman of France.

11

III,7,1732

He never did harm, that I heard of.

12

III,7,1734

I know him to be valiant.

13

III,7,1737

What's he?

14

III,7,1740

He needs not; it is no hidden virtue in him.

15

III,7,1744

Ill will never said well.

16

III,7,1746

And I will take up that with 'Give the devil his due.'

17

III,7,1750

You are the better at proverbs, by how much 'A
fool's bolt is soon shot.'

18

III,7,1753

'Tis not the first time you were overshot.

19

III,7,1762

What a wretched and peevish fellow is this king of
England, to mope with his fat-brained followers so...

20

III,7,1766

That they lack; for if their heads had any
intellectual armour, they could never wear such heavy...

21

III,7,1771

Foolish curs, that run winking into the mouth of a
Russian bear and have their heads crushed like...

22

III,7,1780

Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of beef.

23

III,7,1784

It is now two o'clock: but, let me see, by ten
We shall have each a hundred Englishmen.

24

IV,2,2163

The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords!

25

IV,2,2165

O brave spirit!

26

IV,2,2167

Rien puis? L'air et la feu.

27

IV,5,2451

O seigneur! le jour est perdu, tout est perdu!

28

IV,5,2460

Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?

29

IV,5,2470

We are enow yet living in the field
To smother up the English in our throngs,...

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