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

Total: 38

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Lord Marshal. My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd?

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



Lord Marshal. The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold,
Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet.

Duke of Aumerle. Why, then, the champions are prepared, and stay
For nothing but his majesty's approach.
[The trumpets sound, and KING RICHARD enters with]
others. When they are set, enter THOMAS MOWBRAY in
arms, defendant, with a Herald]



(stage directions). [Flourish. Exeunt KING RICHARD II and train]

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



King Richard II. We did observe. Cousin Aumerle,
How far brought you high Hereford on his way?

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



King Richard II. And say, what store of parting tears were shed?

Duke of Aumerle. 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.



King Richard II. What said our cousin when you parted with him?

Duke of Aumerle. '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.



King Richard II. Barkloughly castle call they this at hand?

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



Bishop of Carlisle. Fear not, my lord: that Power that made you king
Hath power to keep you king in spite of all.
The means that heaven yields must be embraced,
And not neglected; else, if heaven would,
And we will not, heaven's offer we refuse,
The proffer'd means of succor and redress.

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



Earl of Salisbury. Nor near nor farther off, my gracious lord,
Than this weak arm: discomfort guides my tongue
And bids me speak of nothing but despair.
One day too late, I fear me, noble lord,
Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth:
O, call back yesterday, bid time return,
And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men!
To-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late,
O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune and thy state:
For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead.
Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispersed and fled.

Duke of Aumerle. Comfort, my liege; why looks your grace so pale?



King Richard II. But now the blood of twenty thousand men
Did triumph in my face, and they are fled;
And, till so much blood thither come again,
Have I not reason to look pale and dead?
All souls that will be safe fly from my side,
For time hath set a blot upon my pride.

Duke of Aumerle. Comfort, my liege; remember who you are.



Sir Stephen Scroop. Sweet love, I see, changing his property,
Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate:
Again uncurse their souls; their peace is made
With heads, and not with hands; those whom you curse
Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound
And lie full low, graved in the hollow ground.

Duke of Aumerle. Is Bushy, Green, and the Earl of Wiltshire dead?



Sir Stephen Scroop. Ay, all of them at Bristol lost their heads.

Duke of Aumerle. Where is the duke my father with his power?



Bishop of Carlisle. My lord, wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes,
But presently prevent the ways to wail.
To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength,
Gives in your weakness strength unto your foe,
And so your follies fight against yourself.
Fear and be slain; no worse can come to fight:
And fight and die is death destroying death;
Where fearing dying pays death servile breath.

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



King Richard II. Thou hast said enough.
Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth
Of that sweet way I was in to despair!
What say you now? what comfort have we now?
By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly
That bids me be of comfort any more.
Go to Flint castle: there I'll pine away;
A king, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey.
That power I have, discharge; and let them go
To ear the land that hath some hope to grow,
For I have none: let no man speak again
To alter this, for counsel is but vain.

Duke of Aumerle. My liege, one word.



King Richard II. Northumberland, say thus the king returns:
His noble cousin is right welcome hither;
And all the number of his fair demands
Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction:
With all the gracious utterance thou hast
Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.
We do debase ourselves, cousin, do we not,
To look so poorly and to speak so fair?
Shall we call back Northumberland, and send
Defiance to the traitor, and so die?

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



King Richard II. O God, O God! that e'er this tongue of mine,
That laid the sentence of dread banishment
On yon proud man, should take it off again
With words of sooth! O that I were as great
As is my grief, or lesser than my name!
Or that I could forget what I have been,
Or not remember what I must be now!
Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to beat,
Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.

Duke of Aumerle. Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke.



Bagot. My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue
Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd.
In that dead time when Gloucester's death was plotted,
I heard you say, 'Is not my arm of length,
That reacheth from the restful English court
As far as Calais, to mine uncle's head?'
Amongst much other talk, that very time,
I heard you say that you had rather refuse
The offer of an hundred thousand crowns
Than Bolingbroke's return to England;
Adding withal how blest this land would be
In this your cousin's death.

Duke of Aumerle. 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.



Henry IV. Bagot, forbear; thou shalt not take it up.

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



Lord Fitzwater. If that thy valour stand on sympathy,
There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine:
By that fair sun which shows me where thou stand'st,
I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spakest it
That thou wert cause of noble Gloucester's death.
If thou deny'st it twenty times, thou liest;
And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart,
Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.

Duke of Aumerle. Thou darest not, coward, live to see that day.



Lord Fitzwater. Now by my soul, I would it were this hour.

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



Hotspur (Henry Percy). Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as true
In this appeal as thou art all unjust;
And that thou art so, there I throw my gage,
To prove it on thee to the extremest point
Of mortal breathing: seize it, if thou darest.

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



Lord. I task the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle;
And spur thee on with full as many lies
As may be holloa'd in thy treacherous ear
From sun to sun: there is my honour's pawn;
Engage it to the trial, if thou darest.

Duke of Aumerle. 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.



Lord Fitzwater. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse!
If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,
I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness,
And spit upon him, whilst I say he lies,
And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith,
To tie thee to my strong correction.
As I intend to thrive in this new world,
Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal:
Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say
That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men
To execute the noble duke at Calais.

Duke of Aumerle. 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.



Bishop of Carlisle. The woe's to come; the children yet unborn.
Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn.

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



Duchess of York. Welcome, my son: who are the violets now
That strew the green lap of the new come spring?

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



Edmund of Langley. Well, bear you well in this new spring of time,
Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime.
What news from Oxford? hold those justs and triumphs?

Duke of Aumerle. For aught I know, my lord, they do.



Edmund of Langley. You will be there, I know.

Duke of Aumerle. If God prevent not, I purpose so.



Edmund of Langley. What seal is that, that hangs without thy bosom?
Yea, look'st thou pale? let me see the writing.

Duke of Aumerle. My lord, 'tis nothing.



Edmund of Langley. No matter, then, who see it;
I will be satisfied; let me see the writing.

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



Edmund of Langley. Bound to himself! what doth he with a bond
That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool.
Boy, let me see the writing.

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



Duchess of York. I will not peace. What is the matter, Aumerle.

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



(stage directions). [Enter DUKE OF AUMERLE]

Duke of Aumerle. Where is the king?



Henry IV. What means our cousin, that he stares and looks
So wildly?

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



Henry IV. Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone.
[Exeunt HENRY PERCY and Lords]
What is the matter with our cousin now?

Duke of Aumerle. 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.



Henry IV. Intended or committed was this fault?
If on the first, how heinous e'er it be,
To win thy after-love I pardon thee.

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



(stage directions). [Drawing]

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



Edmund of Langley. Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt know
The treason that my haste forbids me show.

Duke of Aumerle. 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.



Duchess of York. Not yet, I thee beseech:
For ever will I walk upon my knees,
And never see day that the happy sees,
Till thou give joy; until thou bid me joy,
By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing boy.

Duke of Aumerle. Unto my mother's prayers I bend my knee.

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