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Speeches (Lines) for Duke of Aumerle
in "Richard II"

Total: 38

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1

I,3,291

Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in.

2

I,3,294

Why, then, the champions are prepared, and stay
For nothing but his majesty's approach.
[The trumpets sound, and KING RICHARD enters with]
his nobles, JOHN OF GAUNT, BUSHY, BAGOT, GREEN, and
others. When they are set, enter THOMAS MOWBRAY in
arms, defendant, with a Herald]

3

I,3,550

Cousin, farewell: what presence must not know,
From where you do remain let paper show.

4

I,4,616

I brought high Hereford, if you call him so,
But to the next highway, and there I left him.

5

I,4,619

Faith, none for me; except the north-east wind,
Which then blew bitterly against our faces,
Awaked the sleeping rheum, and so by chance
Did grace our hollow parting with a tear.

6

I,4,624

'Farewell:'
And, for my heart disdained that my tongue
Should so profane the word, that taught me craft
To counterfeit oppression of such grief
That words seem'd buried in my sorrow's grave.
Marry, would the word 'farewell' have lengthen'd hours
And added years to his short banishment,
He should have had a volume of farewells;
But since it would not, he had none of me.

7

III,2,1410

Yea, my lord. How brooks your grace the air,
After your late tossing on the breaking seas?

8

III,2,1441

He means, my lord, that we are too remiss;
Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security,
Grows strong and great in substance and in power.

9

III,2,1484

Comfort, my liege; why looks your grace so pale?

10

III,2,1491

Comfort, my liege; remember who you are.

11

III,2,1551

Is Bushy, Green, and the Earl of Wiltshire dead?

12

III,2,1553

Where is the duke my father with his power?

13

III,2,1596

My father hath a power; inquire of him
And learn to make a body of a limb.

14

III,2,1627

My liege, one word.

15

III,3,1773

No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle words
Till time lend friends and friends their helpful swords.

16

III,3,1784

Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke.

17

IV,1,2001

Princes and noble lords,
What answer shall I make to this base man?
Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars,
On equal terms to give him chastisement?
Either I must, or have mine honour soil'd
With the attainder of his slanderous lips.
There is my gage, the manual seal of death,
That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest,
And will maintain what thou hast said is false
In thy heart-blood, though being all too base
To stain the temper of my knightly sword.

18

IV,1,2013

Excepting one, I would he were the best
In all this presence that hath moved me so.

19

IV,1,2023

Thou darest not, coward, live to see that day.

20

IV,1,2025

Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for this.

21

IV,1,2031

An if I do not, may my hands rot off
And never brandish more revengeful steel
Over the glittering helmet of my foe!

22

IV,1,2039

Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw at all:
I have a thousand spirits in one breast,
To answer twenty thousand such as you.

23

IV,1,2066

Some honest Christian trust me with a gage
That Norfolk lies: here do I throw down this,
If he may be repeal'd, to try his honour.

24

IV,1,2321

You holy clergymen, is there no plot
To rid the realm of this pernicious blot?

25

V,2,2491

Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not:
God knows I had as lief be none as one.

26

V,2,2496

For aught I know, my lord, they do.

27

V,2,2498

If God prevent not, I purpose so.

28

V,2,2501

My lord, 'tis nothing.

29

V,2,2504

I do beseech your grace to pardon me:
It is a matter of small consequence,
Which for some reasons I would not have seen.

30

V,2,2515

I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not show it.

31

V,2,2531

Good mother, be content; it is no more
Than my poor life must answer.

32

V,3,2598

Where is the king?

33

V,3,2601

God save your grace! I do beseech your majesty,
To have some conference with your grace alone.

34

V,3,2606

For ever may my knees grow to the earth,
My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth
Unless a pardon ere I rise or speak.

35

V,3,2612

Then give me leave that I may turn the key,
That no man enter till my tale be done.

36

V,3,2619

Stay thy revengeful hand; thou hast no cause to fear.

37

V,3,2629

Remember, as thou read'st, thy promise pass'd:
I do repent me; read not my name there
My heart is not confederate with my hand.

38

V,3,2679

Unto my mother's prayers I bend my knee.

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