Speeches (Lines) for Earl of Warwick
in "Henry IV, Part II"
Total: 26

1

III,1,1737

Many good morrows to your Majesty!

2

III,1,1739

'Tis one o'clock, and past.

3

III,1,1742

We have, my liege.

4

III,1,1746

It is but as a body yet distempered;
Which to his former strength may be restored
With good advice and little medicine.
My Lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd.

5

III,1,1785

There is a history in all men's lives,
Figuring the natures of the times deceas'd;
The which observ'd, a man may prophesy,
With a near aim, of the main chance of things
As yet not come to life, who in their seeds
And weak beginning lie intreasured.
Such things become the hatch and brood of time;
And, by the necessary form of this,
King Richard might create a perfect guess
That great Northumberland, then false to him,
Would of that seed grow to a greater falseness;
Which should not find a ground to root upon
Unless on you.

6

III,1,1803

It cannot be, my lord.
Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the feared. Please it your Grace
To go to bed. Upon my soul, my lord,
The powers that you already have sent forth
Shall bring this prize in very easily.
To comfort you the more, I have receiv'd
A certain instance that Glendower is dead.
Your Majesty hath been this fortnight ill;
And these unseasoned hours perforce must ad
Unto your sickness.

7

IV,4,2756

Both which we doubt not but your Majesty
Shall soon enjoy.

8

IV,4,2815

My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite.
The Prince but studies his companions
Like a strange tongue, wherein, to gain the language,
'Tis needful that the most immodest word
Be look'd upon and learnt; which once attain'd,
Your Highness knows, comes to no further use
But to be known and hated. So, like gross terms,
The Prince will, in the perfectness of time,
Cast off his followers; and their memory
Shall as a pattern or a measure live
By which his Grace must mete the lives of other,
Turning past evils to advantages.

9

IV,4,2867

Be patient, Princes; you do know these fits
Are with his Highness very ordinary.
Stand from him, give him air; he'll straight be well.

10

IV,4,2882

Speak lower, Princes, for the King recovers.

11

IV,5,2890

Call for the music in the other room.

12

IV,5,2893

Less noise! less noise!

13

IV,5,2903

Not so much noise, my lords. Sweet Prince, speak low;
The King your father is dispos'd to sleep.

14

IV,5,2906

Will't please your Grace to go along with us?

15

IV,5,2940

What would your Majesty? How fares your Grace?

16

IV,5,2946

This door is open; he is gone this way.

17

IV,5,2950

When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here.

18

IV,5,2976

My lord, I found the Prince in the next room,
Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks,
With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow,
That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood,
Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife
With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither.

19

IV,5,3132

'Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord.

20

V,2,3245

How now, my Lord Chief Justice; whither away?

21

V,2,3247

Exceeding well; his cares are now all ended.

22

V,2,3249

He's walk'd the way of nature;
And to our purposes he lives no more.

23

V,2,3254

Indeed, I think the young king loves you not.

24

V,2,3260

Here comes the heavy issue of dead Harry.
O that the living Harry had the temper
Of he, the worst of these three gentlemen!
How many nobles then should hold their places
That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!

25

V,2,3269

We do remember; but our argument
Is all too heavy to admit much talk.

26

V,2,3289

Here comes the Prince.