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I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it.

— As You Like It, Act II Scene 4

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KEYWORD: stafford

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# Result number	Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.	Character Indicates who said the line. If it's a play or sonnet, the character name is "Poet."	Line Shows where the line falls within the work. The numbering is not keyed to any copyrighted numbering system found in a volume of collected works (Arden, Oxford, etc.) The numbering starts at the beginning of the work, and does not restart for each scene.	Text The line's full text, with keywords highlighted within it, unless highlighting has been disabled by the user.
1	Henry VI, Part II [I, 4]	Duke of Buckingham	685	True, madam, none at all: what call you this? Away with them! let them be clapp'd up close. And kept asunder. You, madam, shall with us. Stafford, take her to thee. [Exeunt above DUCHESS and HUME, guarded] We'll see your trinkets here all forthcoming. All, away!
2	Henry VI, Part II [IV, 2]	Michael	2415	Fly, fly, fly! Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother are hard by, with the king's forces.
3	Henry VI, Part II [IV, 2]	Jack Cade	2421	To equal him, I will make myself a knight presently. [Kneels] Rise up Sir John Mortimer. [Rises] Now have at him! [Enter SIR HUMPHREY and WILLIAM STAFFORD, with] drum and soldiers]
4	Henry VI, Part II [IV, 2]	(stage directions)	2488	[Exeunt WILLIAM STAFFORD and SIR HUMPHREY, and soldiers]
5	Henry VI, Part II [IV, 3]	(stage directions)	2499	[Alarums to the fight, wherein SIR HUMPHREY and] WILLIAM STAFFORD are slain. Enter CADE and the rest]
6	Henry VI, Part II [IV, 4]	Messenger	2550	The rebels are in Southwark; fly, my lord! Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer, Descended from the Duke of Clarence' house, And calls your grace usurper openly And vows to crown himself in Westminster. His army is a ragged multitude Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless: Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother's death Hath given them heart and courage to proceed: All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen, They call false caterpillars, and intend their death.

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