Speeches (Lines) for King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
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Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham,
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Sweet father, do so; set it on your head. |
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No, I can better play the orator. |
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No quarrel, but a slight contention. |
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Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now:
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But for a kingdom any oath may be broken:
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I hear their drums: let's set our men in order,
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I wonder how our princely father 'scaped,
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Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns? |
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'Tis wondrous strange, the like yet never heard of.
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O, speak no more, for I have heard too much. |
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Sweet Duke of York, our prop to lean upon,
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His name that valiant duke hath left with thee;
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O Warwick, Warwick! that Plantagenet,
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Where is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick?
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Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean;
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Then strike up drums: God and Saint George for us! |
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Now, perjured Henry! wilt thou kneel for grace,
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I am his king, and he should bow his knee;
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Say, Henry, shall I have my right, or no?
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A wisp of straw were worth a thousand crowns,
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And, in this resolution, I defy thee;
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No, wrangling woman, we'll no longer stay:
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Smile, gentle heaven! or strike, ungentle death!
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Bootless is flight, they follow us with wings;
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O Warwick, I do bend my knee with thine;
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Now breathe we, lords: good fortune bids us pause,
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See who it is: and, now the battle's ended,
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Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house,
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Clifford, repent in bootless penitence. |
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Thou pitied'st Rutland; I will pity thee. |
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Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be;
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Brother of Gloucester, at Saint Alban's field
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It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause. |
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Widow, we will consider of your suit;
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How many children hast thou, widow? tell me. |
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'Twere pity they should lose their father's lands. |
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Lords, give us leave: I'll try this widow's wit. |
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Now tell me, madam, do you love your children? |
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And would you not do much to do them good? |
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Then get your husband's lands, to do them good. |
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I'll tell you how these lands are to be got. |
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What service wilt thou do me, if I give them? |
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But you will take exceptions to my boon. |
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Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask. |
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An easy task; 'tis but to love a king. |
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Why, then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee. |
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But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I mean. |
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Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense.
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No, by my troth, I did not mean such love. |
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But now you partly may perceive my mind. |
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To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee. |
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Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands. |
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Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily. |
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Ay, if thou wilt say 'ay' to my request;
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[Aside] Her looks do argue her replete with modesty;
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Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee
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You cavil, widow: I did mean, my queen. |
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No more than when my daughters call thee mother.
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Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had. |
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You'll think it strange if I should marry her. |
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Why, Clarence, to myself. |
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Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell you both
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See that he be convey'd unto the Tower:
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Now, brother of Clarence, how like you our choice,
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Suppose they take offence without a cause,
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Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too? |
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Setting your scorns and your mislike aside,
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What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeased
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Ay, what of that? it was my will and grant;
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Alas, poor Clarence! is it for a wife
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Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be king,
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My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns:
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Now, messenger, what letters or what news
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Go to, we pardon thee: therefore, in brief,
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Is Lewis so brave? belike he thinks me Henry.
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I blame not her, she could say little less;
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Belike she minds to play the Amazon.
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Ha! durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?
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Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick!
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Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us? |
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Why, so! then am I sure of victory.
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The duke! Why, Warwick, when we parted,
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Yea, brother of Clarence, are thou here too?
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What fates impose, that men must needs abide;
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Nay, this way, man: see where the huntsmen stand.
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But whither shall we then? |
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Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness. |
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Huntsman, what say'st thou? wilt thou go along? |
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Bishop, farewell: shield thee from Warwick's frown;
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Now, brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
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Tush, man, abodements must not now affright us:
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But, master mayor, if Henry be your king,
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Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom,
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So, master mayor: these gates must not be shut
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Welcome, Sir John! But why come you in arms? |
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Thanks, good Montgomery; but we now forget
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Nay, stay, Sir John, awhile, and we'll debate
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When we grow stronger, then we'll make our claim:
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Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right,
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Thanks, brave Montgomery; and thanks unto you all:
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Seize on the shame-faced Henry, bear him hence;
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Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle. |
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Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates,
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Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift. |
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But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner:
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'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still. |
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Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend,
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So other foes may set upon our backs.
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The harder match'd, the greater victory:
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Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved,
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What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town and fight?
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Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.
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So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our fear;
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Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course,
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We are advertised by our loving friends
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Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood,
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Now here a period of tumultuous broils.
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Is proclamation made, that who finds Edward
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Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak.
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Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue. |
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Take that, thou likeness of this railer here. |
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Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much. |
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What, doth she swoon? use means for her recovery. |
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Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce. |
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Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence. |
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Where's Richard gone? |
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He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head.
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Once more we sit in England's royal throne,
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Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen;
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Now am I seated as my soul delights,
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Away with her, and waft her hence to France.
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