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For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.

      — Rape of Lucrece

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KEYWORD: welcome

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1

Henry VI, Part I
[I, 2]

Charles, King of France

241

Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.

2

Henry VI, Part I
[II, 3]

Countess of Auvergne

841

And he is welcome. What! is this the man?

3

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 1]

All

1411

Welcome, high prince, the mighty Duke of York!

4

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 3]

Charles, King of France

1696

Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh.

5

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 4]

Henry VI

1723

Welcome, brave captain and victorious lord!
When I was young, as yet I am not old,
I do remember how my father said
A stouter champion never handled sword.
Long since we were resolved of your truth,
Your faithful service and your toil in war;
Yet never have you tasted our reward,
Or been reguerdon'd with so much as thanks,
Because till now we never saw your face:
Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts,
We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury;
And in our coronation take your place.

6

Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 3]

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)

2067

Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot have
To bid his young son welcome to his grave?
Away! vexation almost stops my breath,
That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.
Lucy, farewell; no more my fortune can,
But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.
Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,
'Long all of Somerset and his delay.

7

Henry VI, Part I
[V, 3]

Reignier

2614

Welcome, brave earl, into our territories:
Command in Anjou what your honour pleases.

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