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1

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)

39

The queen this day here holds her parliament,
But little thinks we shall be of her council:
By words or blows here let us win our right.

2

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

Earl of Warwick

43

The bloody parliament shall this be call'd,
Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king,
And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice
Hath made us by-words to our enemies.

3

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.

4

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

Henry VI

154

Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?

5

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

Lord Clifford

188

How hast thou injured both thyself and us!

6

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

Lord Clifford

191

Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these news.

7

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 2]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

302

About that which concerns your grace and us;
The crown of England, father, which is yours.

8

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 2]

Marquess of Montague

355

Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not:
And thus most humbly I do take my leave.
[Exit]
[Enter JOHN MORTIMER and HUGH MORTIMER]
Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles,
You are come to Sandal in a happy hour;
The army of the queen mean to besiege us.

9

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 4]

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)

551

She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France,
Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth!
How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex
To triumph, like an Amazonian trull,
Upon their woes whom fortune captivates!
But that thy face is, vizard-like, unchanging,
Made impudent with use of evil deeds,
I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush.
To tell thee whence thou camest, of whom derived,
Were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not shameless.
Thy father bears the type of King of Naples,
Of both the Sicils and Jerusalem,
Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman.
Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult?
It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen,
Unless the adage must be verified,
That beggars mounted run their horse to death.
'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud;
But, God he knows, thy share thereof is small:
'Tis virtue that doth make them most admired;
The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at:
'Tis government that makes them seem divine;
The want thereof makes thee abominable:
Thou art as opposite to every good
As the Antipodes are unto us,
Or as the south to the septentrion.
O tiger's heart wrapt in a woman's hide!
How couldst thou drain the life-blood of the child,
To bid the father wipe his eyes withal,
And yet be seen to bear a woman's face?
Women are soft, mild, pitiful and flexible;
Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless.
Bids't thou me rage? why, now thou hast thy wish:
Wouldst have me weep? why, now thou hast thy will:
For raging wind blows up incessant showers,
And when the rage allays, the rain begins.
These tears are my sweet Rutland's obsequies:
And every drop cries vengeance for his death,
'Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false
Frenchwoman.

10

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.

11

Henry VI, Part III
[II, 1]

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)

659

'Tis wondrous strange, the like yet never heard of.
I think it cites us, brother, to the field,
That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet,
Each one already blazing by our meeds,
Should notwithstanding join our lights together
And over-shine the earth as this the world.
Whate'er it bodes, henceforward will I bear
Upon my target three fair-shining suns.

12

Henry VI, Part III
[II, 1]

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)

832

Then strike up drums: God and Saint George for us!

13

Henry VI, Part III
[II, 2]

Queen Margaret

918

Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our fortune.

14

Henry VI, Part III
[II, 2]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

968

Then, executioner, unsheathe thy sword:
By him that made us all, I am resolved
that Clifford's manhood lies upon his tongue.

15

Henry VI, Part III
[II, 2]

George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence)

1008

But when we saw our sunshine made thy spring,
And that thy summer bred us no increase,
We set the axe to thy usurping root;
And though the edge hath something hit ourselves,
Yet, know thou, since we have begun to strike,
We'll never leave till we have hewn thee down,
Or bathed thy growing with our heated bloods.

16

Henry VI, Part III
[II, 3]

George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence)

1036

Our hap is loss, our hope but sad despair;
Our ranks are broke, and ruin follows us:
What counsel give you? whither shall we fly?

17

Henry VI, Part III
[II, 3]

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)

1039

Bootless is flight, they follow us with wings;
And weak we are and cannot shun pursuit.

18

Henry VI, Part III
[II, 3]

George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence)

1077

Yet let us all together to our troops,
And give them leave to fly that will not stay;
And call them pillars that will stand to us;
And, if we thrive, promise them such rewards
As victors wear at the Olympian games:
This may plant courage in their quailing breasts;
For yet is hope of life and victory.
Forslow no longer, make we hence amain.

19

Henry VI, Part III
[II, 5]

Prince Edward

1234

Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are fled,
And Warwick rages like a chafed bull:
Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit.

20

Henry VI, Part III
[II, 6]

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)

1284

Now breathe we, lords: good fortune bids us pause,
And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks.
Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen,
That led calm Henry, though he were a king,
As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust,
Command an argosy to stem the waves.
But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them?