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1

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)

4

While we pursued the horsemen of the north,
He slily stole away and left his men:
Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself,
Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford, all abreast,
Charged our main battle's front, and breaking in
Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.

2

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)

12

Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham,
Is either slain or wounded dangerously;
I cleft his beaver with a downright blow:
That this is true, father, behold his blood.

3

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)

20

Richard hath best deserved of all my sons.
But is your grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?

4

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

Henry VI

56

My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,
Even in the chair of state: belike he means,
Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,
To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.
Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father.
And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge
On him, his sons, his favourites and his friends.

5

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

Lord Clifford

68

Patience is for poltroons, such as he:
He durst not sit there, had your father lived.
My gracious lord, here in the parliament
Let us assail the family of York.

6

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

Earl of Westmoreland

94

He is both king and Duke of Lancaster;
And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.

7

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

Henry VI

118

The lord protector lost it, and not I:
When I was crown'd I was but nine months old.

8

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

Lord Clifford

166

King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,
Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence:
May that ground gape and swallow me alive,
Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father!

9

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

Henry VI

179

My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word:
Let me for this my life-time reign as king.

10

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

Earl of Warwick

202

Why should you sigh, my lord?

11

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

Henry VI

203

Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son,
Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit.
But be it as it may: I here entail
The crown to thee and to thine heirs for ever;
Conditionally, that here thou take an oath
To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,
To honour me as thy king and sovereign,
And neither by treason nor hostility
To seek to put me down and reign thyself.

12

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)

218

Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my castle.

13

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

Queen Margaret

247

Enforced thee! art thou king, and wilt be forced?
I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch!
Thou hast undone thyself, thy son and me;
And given unto the house of York such head
As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance.
To entail him and his heirs unto the crown,
What is it, but to make thy sepulchre
And creep into it far before thy time?
Warwick is chancellor and the lord of Calais;
Stern Falconbridge commands the narrow seas;
The duke is made protector of the realm;
And yet shalt thou be safe? such safety finds
The trembling lamb environed with wolves.
Had I been there, which am a silly woman,
The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes
Before I would have granted to that act.
But thou preferr'st thy life before thine honour:
And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself
Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed,
Until that act of parliament be repeal'd
Whereby my son is disinherited.
The northern lords that have forsworn thy colours
Will follow mine, if once they see them spread;
And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace
And utter ruin of the house of York.
Thus do I leave thee. Come, son, let's away;
Our army is ready; come, we'll after them.

14

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 2]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

316

An oath is of no moment, being not took
Before a true and lawful magistrate,
That hath authority over him that swears:
Henry had none, but did usurp the place;
Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose,
Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.
Therefore, to arms! And, father, do but think
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
Within whose circuit is Elysium
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
Why do we finger thus? I cannot rest
Until the white rose that I wear be dyed
Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart.

15

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 2]

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)

329

Richard, enough; I will be king, or die.
Brother, thou shalt to London presently,
And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.
Thou, Richard, shalt to the Duke of Norfolk,
And tell him privily of our intent.
You Edward, shall unto my Lord Cobham,
With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise:
In them I trust; for they are soldiers,
Witty, courteous, liberal, full of spirit.
While you are thus employ'd, what resteth more,
But that I seek occasion how to rise,
And yet the king not privy to my drift,
Nor any of the house of Lancaster?
[Enter a Messenger]
But, stay: what news? Why comest thou in such post?

16

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 2]

Messenger

344

The queen with all the northern earls and lords
Intend here to besiege you in your castle:
She is hard by with twenty thousand men;
And therefore fortify your hold, my lord.

17

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 3]

Tutor of Rutland

382

And I, my lord, will bear him company.

18

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 4]

Queen Margaret

613

What, weeping-ripe, my Lord Northumberland?
Think but upon the wrong he did us all,
And that will quickly dry thy melting tears.

19

Henry VI, Part III
[II, 1]

Messenger

672

Ah, one that was a woful looker-on
When as the noble Duke of York was slain,
Your princely father and my loving lord!

20

Henry VI, Part III
[II, 1]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

724

Great Lord of Warwick, if we should recount
Our baleful news, and at each word's deliverance
Stab poniards in our flesh till all were told,
The words would add more anguish than the wounds.
O valiant lord, the Duke of York is slain!