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Henry IV, Part II
[II, 1] |
Lord Chief Justice |
929 |
Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you
take soldiers up in counties as you go.
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Henry IV, Part II
[IV, 2] |
Prince John |
2497 |
I like them all and do allow them well;
And swear here, by the honour of my blood,
My father's purposes have been mistook;
And some about him have too lavishly
Wrested his meaning and authority.
My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd;
Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please you,
Discharge your powers unto their several counties,
As we will ours; and here, between the armies,
Let's drink together friendly and embrace,
That all their eyes may bear those tokens home
Of our restored love and amity.
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Henry VI, Part I
[V, 3] |
Earl of Suffolk |
2625 |
That is her ransom; I deliver her;
And those two counties I will undertake
Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy.
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Henry VI, Part II
[I, 1] |
Earl of Salisbury |
120 |
Now, by the death of Him that died for all,
These counties were the keys of Normandy.
But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son?
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King John
[V, 1] |
King John |
2198 |
Now keep your holy word: go meet the French,
And from his holiness use all your power
To stop their marches 'fore we are inflamed.
Our discontented counties do revolt;
Our people quarrel with obedience,
Swearing allegiance and the love of soul
To stranger blood, to foreign royalty.
This inundation of mistemper'd humour
Rests by you only to be qualified:
Then pause not; for the present time's so sick,
That present medicine must be minister'd,
Or overthrow incurable ensues.
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Much Ado about Nothing
[IV, 1] |
Beatrice |
1963 |
Princes and counties! Surely, a princely testimony,
a goodly count, Count Comfect; a sweet gallant,
surely! O that I were a man for his sake! or that I
had any friend would be a man for my sake! But
manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into
compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and
trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules
that only tells a lie and swears it. I cannot be a
man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.
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