Speeches (Lines) for Sir Richard Ratcliff
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Come, bring forth the prisoners. |
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2 |
Dispatch; the limit of your lives is out. |
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3 |
Make haste; the hour of death is expiate. |
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4 |
Dispatch, my lord; the duke would be at dinner:
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My gracious sovereign, on the western coast
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What is't your highness' pleasure I shall do at
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Your highness told me I should post before. |
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8 |
My lord? |
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9 |
Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and himself,
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10 |
It is, my lord. |
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11 |
My lord! |
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12 |
Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early village-cock
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13 |
No doubt, my lord. |
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14 |
Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows. |
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15 |
That he was never trained up in arms. |
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16 |
He smiled and said 'The better for our purpose.' |
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17 |
Not I, my lord. |
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18 |
My lord? |
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