Speeches (Lines) for Earl of Westmoreland
in "Henry IV, Part II"

Total: 21

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1

IV,1,2231

Health and fair greeting from our general,
The Prince, Lord John and Duke of Lancaster.

2

IV,1,2235

Then, my lord,
Unto your Grace do I in chief address
The substance of my speech. If that rebellion
Came like itself, in base and abject routs,
Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rags,
And countenanc'd by boys and beggary-
I say, if damn'd commotion so appear'd
In his true, native, and most proper shape,
You, reverend father, and these noble lords,
Had not been here to dress the ugly form
Of base and bloody insurrection
With your fair honours. You, Lord Archbishop,
Whose see is by a civil peace maintain'd,
Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd,
Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor'd,
Whose white investments figure innocence,
The dove, and very blessed spirit of peace-
Wherefore you do so ill translate yourself
Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace,
Into the harsh and boist'rous tongue of war;
Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood,
Your pens to lances, and your tongue divine
To a loud trumpet and a point of war?

3

IV,1,2293

When ever yet was your appeal denied;
Wherein have you been galled by the King;
What peer hath been suborn'd to grate on you
That you should seal this lawless bloody book
Of forg'd rebellion with a seal divine,
And consecrate commotion's bitter edge?

4

IV,1,2302

There is no need of any such redress;
Or if there were, it not belongs to you.

5

IV,1,2309

O my good Lord Mowbray,
Construe the times to their necessities,
And you shall say, indeed, it is the time,
And not the King, that doth you injuries.
Yet, for your part, it not appears to me,
Either from the King or in the present time,
That you should have an inch of any ground
To build a grief on. Were you not restor'd
To all the Duke of Norfolk's signiories,
Your noble and right well-rememb'red father's?

6

IV,1,2336

You speak, Lord Mowbray, now you know not what.
The Earl of Hereford was reputed then
In England the most valiant gentleman.
Who knows on whom fortune would then have smil'd?
But if your father had been victor there,
He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry;
For all the country, in a general voice,
Cried hate upon him; and all their prayers and love
Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on,
And bless'd and grac'd indeed more than the King.
But this is mere digression from my purpose.
Here come I from our princely general
To know your griefs; to tell you from his Grace
That he will give you audience; and wherein
It shall appear that your demands are just,
You shall enjoy them, everything set off
That might so much as think you enemies.

7

IV,1,2355

Mowbray. you overween to take it so.
This offer comes from mercy, not from fear;
For, lo! within a ken our army lies-
Upon mine honour, all too confident
To give admittance to a thought of fear.
Our battle is more full of names than yours,
Our men more perfect in the use of arms,
Our armour all as strong, our cause the best;
Then reason will our hearts should be as good.
Say you not, then, our offer is compell'd.

8

IV,1,2366

That argues but the shame of your offence:
A rotten case abides no handling.

9

IV,1,2372

That is intended in the general's name.
I muse you make so slight a question.

10

IV,1,2384

This will I show the general. Please you, lords,
In sight of both our battles we may meet;
And either end in peace—which God so frame!-
Or to the place of diff'rence call the swords
Which must decide it.

11

IV,1,2435

The Prince is here at hand. Pleaseth your
To meet his Grace just distance 'tween our armies?

12

IV,2,2495

Pleaseth your Grace to answer them directly
How far forth you do like their articles.

13

IV,2,2517

I pledge your Grace; and if you knew what pains
I have bestow'd to breed this present peace,
You would drink freely; but my love to ye
Shall show itself more openly hereafter.

14

IV,2,2522

I am glad of it.
Health to my lord and gentle cousin, Mowbray.

15

IV,2,2528

Therefore be merry, coz; since sudden sorrow
Serves to say thus, 'Some good thing comes to-morrow.'

16

IV,2,2551

The leaders, having charge from you to stand,
Will not go off until they hear you speak.

17

IV,2,2559

Good tidings, my Lord Hastings; for the which
I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason;
And you, Lord Archbishop, and you, Lord Mowbray,
Of capital treason I attach you both.

18

IV,2,2564

Is your assembly so?

19

IV,3,2666

Retreat is made, and execution stay'd.

20

IV,4,2831

Health to my sovereign, and new happiness
Added to that that am to deliver!
Prince John, your son, doth kiss your Grace's hand.
Mowbray, the Bishop Scroop, Hastings, and all,
Are brought to the correction of your law.
There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath'd,
But Peace puts forth her olive everywhere.
The manner how this action hath been borne
Here at more leisure may your Highness read,
With every course in his particular.

21

IV,4,2866

My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look up.

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