The Life and Death of King Richard II
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Act I |
Scene I |
Norfolk: Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot. My life thou shalt comand, but not my shame: The one my duty owes; but my fair name, Despite of death that lives upon my grave, To dark dishonours use thou shalt not have.
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Scene II |
Duchess of Gloucester: [...] That which in mean men we entitle patience, Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.
| Topic: Patience
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Act II |
Scene I |
Gaunt: [...] This royal throne of kings, this scepterd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise; This fortress, built by nature for herself, Against infection, and the hand of war; This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Feard by their breed, and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the worlds ransom, blessed Marys Son: This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leasd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement, or pelting farm.
England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself. Ah! would the scandal vanish with my life, How happy then were my ensuing death.
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Scene II |
Bushy: Despair not, madam.
Queen: Who shall hinder me? I will despair, and be at enmity With cozening hope: he is a flatterer, A parasite, a keeper-back of death, Who gently would dissolve the bands of life, Which false hope lingers in extremity.
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Act III | Scene II |
King Richard: [...] For Gods sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings: How some have been deposd, some slain in war, Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposd, Some poisond by their wives, some sleeping killd, All murderd;for within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court, and there the antick sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp; Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be feard, and kill with looks; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh, which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable; and, humourd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, andfarewell king!
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King Richard:
Thou hast said enough. Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth Of that sweet way I was in to despair! What say you now? What comfort have we now? By heaven, Ill hate him everlastingly, That bids me be of comfort any more.
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Act V |
Scene V |
Exton: [...] O, would the deed were good! For now the devil, that told me I did well, Says that this deed in chronicled in hell.
| Topic: The Devil
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Scene VI |
Exton: From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.
Bolingbroke: They love not poison that do poison need, Nor do I thee: though I did wish him dead, I hate the murderer, love him murdered. The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour, But neither my good word, nor princely favour: With Cain go wander through the shade of night, And never show thy head by day nor light. Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe, That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow: Come, mourn with me for that I do lament, And put on sullen black.
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The First Part of King Henry IV
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Act III |
Scene I |
Glendower: I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come when you do call for them?
| Topic: Insults
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Scene III |
Falstaff: [...] I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough; swore little; diced not above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house not above once in a quarterof an hour; paid money that I borrowedthree or four times: lived well, and in good compass: and now I live out of all order, out of all compass.
Bardolph: Why, you are so fat, Sir John, that you must needs be out of all compass,out of all reasonable compass, Sir John.
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Act V |
Scene II |
Worcester: [...] Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes: For treason is but trusted like the fox, Who, neer so tame, so cherishd, and lockd up, Will have a wild trick of his ancestors. Look how we can, or sad or merrily, Interpretation will misquote our looks; And we shall feed like oxen at a stall, The better cherishd still the nearer death.
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Scene IV |
Prince Henry: [...] Ill-weavd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough:this earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
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Falstaff: [...] Sblood, twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no counterfeit; to die is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man; but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed. The better part of valour is discretion; in the which better part I have saved my life.
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The Second Part of King Henry IV
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Act I |
Scene I |
Northumberland:
Why, he is dead. See what a ready tongue suspicion hath! He that but fears the thing he would not know Hath by instinct knowledge from others eyes That what he feard is chanced.
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Scene II |
Falstaff: I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.
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Act III |
Scene I |
King Henry:
[...] O sleep, O gentle sleep, Natures soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? [...] Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boys eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery shrouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
| Topic: Insomnia
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King Henry V
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Act III |
Scene I |
King Henry: Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace theres nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favord rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow oerwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock Oerhang and jutty his confounded base, Swilld with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide; Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit To his full height!
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Boy: [...] he hath heard that men of few words are the best men; and therefore he scorns to say his prayers lest a should be thought a coward: but his few bad words are matched with as few good deeds; for a never broke any mans head but his own, and that was against a post when he was drunk.
| Topic: Prayer
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Scene V |
King Henry: [...] when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.
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King Henry: [...] Go, bid thy master well advise himself: If we may pass, we will; if we be hinderd, We shall your tawny ground with your red blood Discolour: and so, Montjoy, fare you well. The sum of all our answer is but this: We would not seek a battle as we are; Nor as we are, we say, we will not shun it: So tell your master.
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Scene VI |
Orleans: The Dauphin longs for morning.
Rambures: He longs to eat the English.
Constable: I think he will eat all he kills.
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Orleans: He never did harm that I heard of.
Constable: Nor will do none to-morrow: he will keep that good name still.
Orleans: I know him to be valiant.
Constable: I was told that by one that knows him better than you.
Orleans: Whats he?
Constable: Marry, he told me so himself; and he said he cared not who knew it.
| Topic: Insults
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Act IV |
Scene I |
King Henry: [...] There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out; For our bad neighbour makes early stirrers, Which is both healthful and good husbandry: Besides, they are our outward consciences And preachers to us all: admonishing That we should dress us fairly for our end. Thus may we gather honey from the weed, And make a moral of the devil himself.
| Topic: Conscience
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Fluellen: If the enemy is an ass, and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an ass, and a fool, and a prating coxcomb,in your own conscience, now?
| Topic: Advice
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King Henry: [...] the king is not bound to answer the particular endings of his soldiers, the father of his son, nor the master of his servant; for they purpose not their death when they purpose their services. [...] Every subjects duty is the kings; but every subjects soul is his own.
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King Henry: [...] What infinite hearts-ease must kings neglect That private men enjoy! And what have kings that privates have not too, Save ceremony,save general ceremony? And what art thou, thou idol ceremony? What kind of god art thou, that sufferst more Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers? [...] What drinkst thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poisond flattery?
| Topic: Royalty
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Scene III |
King Henry:
[...] No, my fair cousin: If we are markd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men the greater share of honour. Gods will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
[...] We would not die in that mans company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is calld the feast of Crispian: He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is namd, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say, To-morrow is Saint Crispian: Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, These wounds I had on Crispins day. Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But hell remember with advantages What feats he did that day
[... ...] This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall neer go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered, We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he neer so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shll think themselves accursd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap while any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispins day.
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King Henry: [...] Let me speak proudly:tell the constable We are but warriors for the working-day; Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirchd With rainy marching in the painful field; Theres not a piece of feather in our host, Good argument, I hope, we will not fly, And time hath worn us into slovenry: But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim [...]
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Scene VIII |
King Henry: Come, go we in procession to the village: And be it death proclaimed through our host To boast of this, or take that praise from God Which is his only.
Fluellen: Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is killed?
King Henry: Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgment, That God fought for us.
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Act V |
Scene II |
Chorus: Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen, Our bending author hath pursud the story; In little room confining mighty men, Mangling by starts the full course of their glory. Small time, but, in that small, most greatly livd This star of England: Fortune made his sword; By which the worlds best garden he achievd, And of it left his son imperial lord. Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crownd king Of France and England, did this king succeed; Whose state so many had the managing That they lost France and made his England bleed: Which oft our stage hath shown; and for their sake, In your fair minds let this acceptance take.
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text checked (see note) Feb 2005
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