Speeches (Lines) for Duchess of York
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No, boy. |
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My pretty cousins, you mistake me much;
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Peace, children, peace! the king doth love you well:
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Oh, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
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Ay, boy. |
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What means this scene of rude impatience? |
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Ah, so much interest have I in thy sorrow
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Alas for both, both mine, Edward and Clarence! |
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What stays had I but they? and they are gone. |
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Was never mother had so dear a loss!
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God bless thee; and put meekness in thy mind,
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I long with all my heart to see the prince:
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Why, my young cousin, it is good to grow. |
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Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold
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I hope he is; but yet let mothers doubt. |
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How, my pretty York? I pray thee, let me hear it. |
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I pray thee, pretty York, who told thee this? |
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His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou wert born. |
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What is thy news then? |
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Who hath committed them? |
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21 |
Accursed and unquiet wrangling days,
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I'll go along with you. |
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23 |
Who meets us here? my niece Plantagenet
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I am their fathers mother; I will see them. |
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O ill-dispersing wind of misery!
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[To DORSET]
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So many miseries have crazed my voice,
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Blind sight, dead life, poor mortal living ghost,
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29 |
I had a Richard too, and thou didst kill him;
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30 |
O Harry's wife, triumph not in my woes!
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31 |
Why should calamity be full of words? |
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32 |
If so, then be not tongue-tied: go with me.
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33 |
O, she that might have intercepted thee,
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34 |
Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brother Clarence?
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35 |
Art thou my son? |
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36 |
Then patiently hear my impatience. |
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37 |
O, let me speak! |
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38 |
I will be mild and gentle in my speech. |
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39 |
Art thou so hasty? I have stay'd for thee,
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40 |
No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it well,
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I prithee, hear me speak. |
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Hear me a word;
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Either thou wilt die, by God's just ordinance,
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