| Speeches (Lines) for King Richard II | ||
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| 1 | Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancaster,
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| 2 | Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him,
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| 3 | Then call them to our presence; face to face,
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| 4 | We thank you both: yet one but flatters us,
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| 5 | What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge?
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| 6 | How high a pitch his resolution soars!
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| 7 | Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears:
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| 8 | Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruled by me;
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| 9 | And, Norfolk, throw down his. | |
| 10 | Norfolk, throw down, we bid; there is no boot. | |
| 11 | Rage must be withstood:
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| 12 | Cousin, throw up your gage; do you begin. | |
| 13 | We were not born to sue, but to command;
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| 14 | Marshal, demand of yonder champion
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| 15 | Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms,
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| 16 | We will descend and fold him in our arms.
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| 17 | Farewell, my lord: securely I espy
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| 18 | Let them lay by their helmets and their spears,
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| 19 | Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom,
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| 20 | It boots thee not to be compassionate:
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| 21 | Return again, and take an oath with thee.
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| 22 | Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes
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| 23 | Why uncle, thou hast many years to live. | |
| 24 | Thy son is banish'd upon good advice,
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| 25 | Cousin, farewell; and, uncle, bid him so:
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| 26 | We did observe. Cousin Aumerle,
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| 27 | And say, what store of parting tears were shed? | |
| 28 | What said our cousin when you parted with him? | |
| 29 | He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt,
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| 30 | We will ourself in person to this war:
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| 31 | Where lies he? | |
| 32 | Now put it, God, in the physician's mind
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| 33 | What comfort, man? how is't with aged Gaunt? | |
| 34 | Can sick men play so nicely with their names? | |
| 35 | Should dying men flatter with those that live? | |
| 36 | Thou, now a-dying, say'st thou flatterest me. | |
| 37 | I am in health, I breathe, and see thee ill. | |
| 38 | A lunatic lean-witted fool,
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| 39 | And let them die that age and sullens have;
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| 40 | Right, you say true: as Hereford's love, so his;
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| 41 | What says he? | |
| 42 | The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;
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| 43 | Why, uncle, what's the matter? | |
| 44 | Think what you will, we seize into our hands
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| 45 | Go, Bushy, to the Earl of Wiltshire straight:
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| 46 | Barkloughly castle call they this at hand? | |
| 47 | Needs must I like it well: I weep for joy
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| 48 | Discomfortable cousin! know'st thou not
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| 49 | But now the blood of twenty thousand men
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| 50 | I had forgot myself; am I not king?
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| 51 | Mine ear is open and my heart prepared;
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| 52 | Too well, too well thou tell'st a tale so ill.
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| 53 | O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption!
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| 54 | No matter where; of comfort no man speak:
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| 55 | Thou chidest me well: proud Bolingbroke, I come
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| 56 | Thou hast said enough.
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| 57 | He does me double wrong
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| 58 | We are amazed; and thus long have we stood
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| 59 | Northumberland, say thus the king returns:
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| 60 | O God, O God! that e'er this tongue of mine,
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| 61 | What must the king do now? must he submit?
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| 62 | Down, down I come; like glistering Phaethon,
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| 63 | Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee
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| 64 | Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all. | |
| 65 | Well you deserve: they well deserve to have,
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| 66 | Then I must not say no. | |
| 67 | Alack, why am I sent for to a king,
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| 68 | Give me the crown. Here, cousin, seize the crown;
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| 69 | My crown I am; but still my griefs are mine:
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| 70 | Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down.
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| 71 | Ay, no; no, ay; for I must nothing be;
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| 72 | Must I do so? and must I ravel out
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| 73 | Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see:
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| 74 | No lord of thine, thou haught insulting man,
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| 75 | Fiend, thou torment'st me ere I come to hell! | |
| 76 | They shall be satisfied: I'll read enough,
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| 77 | Say that again.
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| 78 | 'Fair cousin'? I am greater than a king:
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| 79 | And shall I have? | |
| 80 | Then give me leave to go. | |
| 81 | Whither you will, so I were from your sights. | |
| 82 | O, good! convey? conveyers are you all,
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| 83 | Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so,
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| 84 | A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but beasts,
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| 85 | Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal
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| 86 | Doubly divorced! Bad men, you violate
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| 87 | Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart. | |
| 88 | So two, together weeping, make one woe.
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| 89 | Twice for one step I'll groan, the way being short,
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| 90 | We make woe wanton with this fond delay:
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| 91 | I have been studying how I may compare
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| 92 | Thanks, noble peer;
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| 93 | Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend,
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| 94 | So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back!
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| 95 | If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away. | |
| 96 | Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do. | |
| 97 | The devil take Henry of Lancaster and thee!
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| 98 | How now! what means death in this rude assault?
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