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Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.

      — King John, Act III Scene 1

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KEYWORD: quarrel

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1

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 2]

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)

298

Why, how now, sons and brother! at a strife?
What is your quarrel? how began it first?

2

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 2]

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)

300

No quarrel, but a slight contention.

3

Henry VI, Part III
[II, 2]

Prince Edward

905

My gracious father, by your kingly leave,
I'll draw it as apparent to the crown,
And in that quarrel use it to the death.

4

Henry VI, Part III
[II, 5]

Father

1184

Thou that so stoutly hast resisted me,
Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold:
For I have bought it with an hundred blows.
But let me see: is this our foeman's face?
Ah, no, no, no, it is mine only son!
Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee,
Throw up thine eye! see, see what showers arise,
Blown with the windy tempest of my heart,
Upon thy words, that kill mine eye and heart!
O, pity, God, this miserable age!
What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,
Erroneous, mutinous and unnatural,
This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!
O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,
And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!

5

Henry VI, Part III
[III, 2]

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)

1471

Brother of Gloucester, at Saint Alban's field
This lady's husband, Sir Richard Grey, was slain,
His lands then seized on by the conqueror:
Her suit is now to repossess those lands;
Which we in justice cannot well deny,
Because in quarrel of the house of York
The worthy gentleman did lose his life.

6

Henry VI, Part III
[III, 3]

Bona

1918

My quarrel and this English queen's are one.

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