Speeches (Lines) for Lord Clifford
in "Henry VI, Part II"
Total: 17

1

IV,8,2768

What say ye, countrymen? will ye relent,
And yield to mercy whilst 'tis offer'd you;
Or let a rebel lead you to your deaths?
Who loves the king and will embrace his pardon,
Fling up his cap, and say 'God save his majesty!'
Who hateth him and honours not his father,
Henry the Fifth, that made all France to quake,
Shake he his weapon at us and pass by.

2

IV,8,2792

Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth,
That thus you do exclaim you'll go with him?
Will he conduct you through the heart of France,
And make the meanest of you earls and dukes?
Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to;
Nor knows he how to live but by the spoil,
Unless by robbing of your friends and us.
Were't not a shame, that whilst you live at jar,
The fearful French, whom you late vanquished,
Should make a start o'er seas and vanquish you?
Methinks already in this civil broil
I see them lording it in London streets,
Crying 'Villiago!' unto all they meet.
Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry
Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy.
To France, to France, and get what you have lost;
Spare England, for it is your native coast;
Henry hath money, you are strong and manly;
God on our side, doubt not of victory.

3

IV,9,2844

He is fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield;
And humbly thus, with halters on their necks,
Expect your highness' doom of life or death.

4

V,1,3112

Health and all happiness to my lord the king!

5

V,1,3118

This is my king, York, I do not mistake;
But thou mistakest me much to think I do:
To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad?

6

V,1,3123

He is a traitor; let him to the Tower,
And chop away that factious pate of his.

7

V,1,3130

Why, what a brood of traitors have we here!

8

V,1,3138

Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death.
And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,
If thou darest bring them to the baiting place.

9

V,1,3147

Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump,
As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!

10

V,1,3150

Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.

11

V,1,3185

The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true.

12

V,1,3188

I am resolved to bear a greater storm
Than any thou canst conjure up to-day;
And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
Might I but know thee by thy household badge.

13

V,1,3198

And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear
And tread it under foot with all contempt,
Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear.

14

V,2,3230

What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause?

15

V,2,3233

Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,
But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason.

16

V,2,3237

My soul and body on the action both!

17

V,2,3240

La fin couronne les oeuvres.