Speeches (Lines) for Duke of Burgundy
in "Henry VI, Part I"
Total: 17

1

II,1,684

Traitors have never other company.
But what's that Pucelle whom they term so pure?

2

II,1,688

Pray God she prove not masculine ere long,
If underneath the standard of the French
She carry armour as she hath begun.

3

II,1,700

And I to this.

4

II,2,786

Myself, as far as I could well discern
For smoke and dusky vapours of the night,
Am sure I scared the Dauphin and his trull,
When arm in arm they both came swiftly running,
Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves
That could not live asunder day or night.
After that things are set in order here,
We'll follow them with all the power we have.

5

II,2,805

Is it even so? Nay, then, I see our wars
Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,
When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.
You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.

6

III,2,1498

Scoff on, vile fiend and shameless courtezan!
I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own
And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.

7

III,2,1540

My vows are equal partners with thy vows.

8

III,2,1548

Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you.

9

III,2,1583

Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects
Thy noble deeds as valour's monuments.

10

III,2,1595

What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgundy.

11

III,3,1647

Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?

12

III,3,1649

What say'st thou, Charles? for I am marching hence.

13

III,3,1653

Speak on; but be not over-tedious.

14

III,3,1668

Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words,
Or nature makes me suddenly relent.

15

III,3,1688

I am vanquished; these haughty words of hers
Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot,
And made me almost yield upon my knees.
Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen,
And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace:
My forces and my power of men are yours:
So farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee.

16

IV,7,2299

Doubtless he would have made a noble knight;
See, where he lies inhearsed in the arms
Of the most bloody nurser of his harms!

17

V,2,2439

I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there:
Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.