Speeches (Lines) for Prince Humphrey
in "Henry IV, Part II"

Total: 11

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1

IV,4,2760

Henry IV. Humphrey, my son of Gloucester,
Where is the Prince your brother?

Prince Humphrey. I think he's gone to hunt, my lord, at


2

IV,4,2763

Henry IV. And how accompanied?

Prince Humphrey. I do not know, my lord.


3

IV,4,2765

Henry IV. Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence, with him?

Prince Humphrey. No, my good lord, he is in presence here.


4

IV,4,2864

Henry IV. And wherefore should these good news make me sick?
Will Fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
She either gives a stomach and no food-
Such are the poor, in health—or else a feast,
And takes away the stomach—such are the rich
That have abundance and enjoy it not.
I should rejoice now at this happy news;
And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy.
O me! come near me now I am much ill.

Prince Humphrey. Comfort, your Majesty!


5

IV,4,2874

Prince Thomas. No, no; he cannot long hold out these pangs.
Th' incessant care and labour of his mind
Hath wrought the mure that should confine it in
So thin that life looks through, and will break out.

Prince Humphrey. The people fear me; for they do observe
Unfather'd heirs and loathly births of nature.
The seasons change their manners, as the year
Had found some months asleep, and leapt them over.


6

IV,4,2883

Earl of Warwick. Speak lower, Princes, for the King recovers.

Prince Humphrey. This apoplexy will certain be his end.


7

IV,5,2899

Henry V. How now! Rain within doors, and none abroad!
How doth the King?

Prince Humphrey. Exceeding ill.


8

IV,5,2901

Henry V. Heard he the good news yet? Tell it him.

Prince Humphrey. He alt'red much upon the hearing it.


9

IV,5,2947

Earl of Warwick. This door is open; he is gone this way.

Prince Humphrey. He came not through the chamber where we


10

V,2,3267

Prince John. Good morrow, cousin Warwick, good morrow.

Prince Humphrey. [with CLARENCE:] Good morrow, cousin.


11

V,2,3273

Lord Chief Justice. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier!

Prince Humphrey. O, good my lord, you have lost a friend
And I dare swear you borrow not that face
Of seeming sorrow—it is sure your own.


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