Speeches (Lines) for Earl of Suffolk
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As by your high imperial majesty
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My lord protector, so it please your grace,
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How now, fellow! would'st anything with me? |
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Thy wife, too! that's some wrong, indeed. What's
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Who is there?
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Madam, be patient: as I was cause
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And he of these that can do most of all
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Madam, myself have limed a bush for her,
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Resign it then and leave thine insolence.
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Before we make election, give me leave
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Peace, headstrong Warwick! |
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Because here is a man accused of treason:
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Please it your majesty, this is the man
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No marvel, an it like your majesty,
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No malice, sir; no more than well becomes
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Why, as you, my lord,
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Come to the king and tell him what miracle. |
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What woman is this? |
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How camest thou so? |
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And yet, I think, jet did he never see. |
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True; made the lame to leap and fly away. |
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Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays;
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Well hath your highness seen into this duke;
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Nay, Gloucester, know that thou art come too soon,
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My lord, these faults are easy, quickly answered:
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Hath he not twit our sovereign lady here
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But, in my mind, that were no policy:
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Ah, York, no man alive so fain as I! |
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Madam, 'tis true; and were't not madness, then,
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Not resolute, except so much were done;
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Here is my hand, the deed is worthy doing. |
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Why, our authority is his consent,
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A charge, Lord York, that I will see perform'd.
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I'll see it truly done, my Lord of York. |
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Now, sirs, have you dispatch'd this thing? |
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Why, that's well said. Go, get you to my house;
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Away! be gone.
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I'll call him presently, my noble lord. |
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Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloucester is dead. |
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He doth revive again: madam, be patient. |
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Comfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry, comfort! |
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A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn tongue!
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Why, Warwick, who should do the duke to death?
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I wear no knife to slaughter sleeping men;
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Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanor!
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Thou shall be waking well I shed thy blood,
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The traitorous Warwick with the men of Bury
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'Tis like the commons, rude unpolish'd hinds,
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Cease, gentle queen, these execrations,
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A plague upon them! wherefore should I curse them?
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You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave?
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Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished;
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If I depart from thee, I cannot live;
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I go. |
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A jewel, lock'd into the wofull'st cask
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Look on my George; I am a gentleman:
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Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is death.
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Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a prince,
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Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke:
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Obscure and lowly swain, King Henry's blood,
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Base slave, thy words are blunt and so art thou. |
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Thou darest not, for thy own. |
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Pole! |
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O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder
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Gelidus timor occupat artus it is thee I fear. |
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Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and rough,
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Come, soldiers, show what cruelty ye can,
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