Speeches (Lines) for Edmund of Langley
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Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath;
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No; it is stopp'd with other flattering sounds,
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The king is come: deal mildly with his youth;
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I do beseech your majesty, impute his words
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Be York the next that must be bankrupt so!
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How long shall I be patient? ah, how long
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O my liege,
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I'll not be by the while: my liege, farewell:
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Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts:
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He was? Why, so! go all which way it will!
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What is't, knave? |
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God for his mercy! what a tide of woes
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Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee,
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Tut, tut!
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Even in condition of the worst degree,
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My lords of England, let me tell you this:
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Well, well, I see the issue of these arms:
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It may be I will go with you: but yet I'll pause;
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A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd
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It would beseem the Lord Northumberland
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The time hath been,
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Take not, good cousin, further than you should.
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Yet looks he like a king: behold, his eye,
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Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee
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I will be his conduct. |
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To do that office of thine own good will
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Where did I leave? |
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Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke,
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As in a theatre, the eyes of men,
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Aumerle that was;
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Well, bear you well in this new spring of time,
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You will be there, I know. |
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What seal is that, that hangs without thy bosom?
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No matter, then, who see it;
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Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see.
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Bound to himself! what doth he with a bond
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I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say.
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Ho! who is within there?
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Give me my boots, I say; saddle my horse.
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Peace, foolish woman. |
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Bring me my boots: I will unto the king. |
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Give me my boots, I say. |
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Thou fond mad woman,
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Away, fond woman! were he twenty times my son,
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Make way, unruly woman! |
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[Within] My liege, beware; look to thyself;
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[Within] Open the door, secure, foolhardy king:
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Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt know
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It was, villain, ere thy hand did set it down.
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So shall my virtue be his vice's bawd;
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If thou do pardon, whosoever pray,
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Thou frantic woman, what dost thou make here?
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Against them both my true joints bended be.
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Speak it in French, king; say, 'pardonne moi.' |
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