Speeches (Lines) for Lord Lovel
in "Richard III"
Total: 2

1

III,4,2060

Lord Hastings. O momentary grace of mortal men,
Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
Who builds his hopes in air of your good looks,
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast,
Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

Lord Lovel. Come, come, dispatch; 'tis bootless to exclaim.

2

III,5,2092

(stage directions). [Enter LOVEL and RATCLIFF, with HASTINGS' head]

Lord Lovel. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor,
The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings.