Speeches (Lines) for Earl of Westmoreland
in "Henry IV, Part I"
Total: 9

1

I,1,35

My liege, this haste was hot in question,
And many limits of the charge set down
But yesternight: when all athwart there came
A post from Wales loaden with heavy news;
Whose worst was, that the noble Mortimer,
Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight
Against the irregular and wild Glendower,
Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken,
A thousand of his people butchered;
Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse,
Such beastly shameless transformation,
By those Welshwomen done as may not be
Without much shame retold or spoken of.

2

I,1,50

This match'd with other did, my gracious lord;
For more uneven and unwelcome news
Came from the north and thus it did import:
On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there,
Young Harry Percy and brave Archibald,
That ever-valiant and approved Scot,
At Holmedon met,
Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour,
As by discharge of their artillery,
And shape of likelihood, the news was told;
For he that brought them, in the very heat
And pride of their contention did take horse,
Uncertain of the issue any way.

3

I,1,77

In faith,
It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.

4

I,1,97

This is his uncle's teaching; this is Worcester,
Malevolent to you in all aspects;
Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up
The crest of youth against your dignity.

5

I,1,109

I will, my liege.

6

IV,2,2423

Faith, Sir John,'tis more than time that I were
there, and you too; but my powers are there already.
The king, I can tell you, looks for us all: we must
away all night.

7

IV,2,2437

Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor
and bare, too beggarly.

8

IV,2,2446

He is, Sir John: I fear we shall stay too long.

9

V,4,2958

Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent.