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Henry IV, Part II
[III, 1]

Henry IV

1738

Is it good morrow, lords?

2

Henry IV, Part II
[III, 1]

Henry IV

1740

Why then, good morrow to you all, my lords.
Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you?

3

Henry IV, Part II
[III, 1]

Henry IV

1814

I will take your counsel.
And, were these inward wars once out of hand,
We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land. Exeunt

4

Henry IV, Part II
[IV, 1]

Archbishop Scroop

2203

Here stand, my lords, and send discoverers forth
To know the numbers of our enemies.

5

Henry IV, Part II
[IV, 1]

Earl of Westmoreland

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?

6

Henry IV, Part II
[IV, 1]

Earl of Westmoreland

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.

7

Henry IV, Part II
[IV, 2]

Prince John

2548

I trust, lords, we shall lie to-night together.
[Re-enter WESTMORELAND]
Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?

8

Henry IV, Part II
[IV, 3]

Prince John

2667

Send Colville, with his confederates,
To York, to present execution.
Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him sure.
[Exeunt BLUNT and others]
And now dispatch we toward the court, my lords.
I hear the King my father is sore sick.
Our news shall go before us to his Majesty,
Which, cousin, you shall bear to comfort him
And we with sober speed will follow you.

9

Henry IV, Part II
[IV, 4]

Henry IV

2746

Now, lords, if God doth give successful end
To this debate that bleedeth at our doors,
We will our youth lead on to higher fields,
And draw no swords but what are sanctified.
Our navy is address'd, our power connected,
Our substitutes in absence well invested,
And everything lies level to our wish.
Only we want a little personal strength;
And pause us till these rebels, now afoot,
Come underneath the yoke of government.

10

Henry IV, Part II
[IV, 5]

Earl of Warwick

2903

Not so much noise, my lords. Sweet Prince, speak low;
The King your father is dispos'd to sleep.

11

Henry IV, Part II
[IV, 5]

Henry IV

2941

Why did you leave me here alone, my lords?

12

Henry IV, Part II
[IV, 5]

Henry V

3116

My gracious liege,
You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
Then plain and right must my possession be;
Which I with more than with a common pain
'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain.
Enter PRINCE JOHN OF LANCASTER, WARWICK, LORDS, and others