Speeches (Lines) for Prince Edward in "Richard III"
Total: 19
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1 |
III,1,1570 |
No, uncle; but our crosses on the way
Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy
I want more uncles here to welcome me.
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2 |
III,1,1582 |
God keep me from false friends! but they were none.
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3 |
III,1,1586 |
I thank you, good my lord; and thank you all.
I thought my mother, and my brother York,
Would long ere this have met us on the way
Fie, what a slug is Hastings, that he comes not
To tell us whether they will come or no!
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4 |
III,1,1593 |
Welcome, my lord: what, will our mother come?
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5 |
III,1,1628 |
Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may.
[Exeunt CARDINAL and HASTINGS]
Say, uncle Gloucester, if our brother come,
Where shall we sojourn till our coronation?
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6 |
III,1,1637 |
I do not like the Tower, of any place.
Did Julius Caesar build that place, my lord?
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7 |
III,1,1641 |
Is it upon record, or else reported
Successively from age to age, he built it?
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8 |
III,1,1644 |
But say, my lord, it were not register'd,
Methinks the truth should live from age to age,
As 'twere retail'd to all posterity,
Even to the general all-ending day.
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9 |
III,1,1650 |
What say you, uncle?
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10 |
III,1,1655 |
That Julius Caesar was a famous man;
With what his valour did enrich his wit,
His wit set down to make his valour live
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;
For now he lives in fame, though not in life.
I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham,—
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11 |
III,1,1662 |
An if I live until I be a man,
I'll win our ancient right in France again,
Or die a soldier, as I lived a king.
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12 |
III,1,1668 |
Richard of York! how fares our loving brother?
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13 |
III,1,1670 |
Ay, brother, to our grief, as it is yours:
Too late he died that might have kept that title,
Which by his death hath lost much majesty.
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14 |
III,1,1685 |
A beggar, brother?
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15 |
III,1,1699 |
My Lord of York will still be cross in talk:
Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him.
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16 |
III,1,1714 |
My lord protector needs will have it so.
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17 |
III,1,1719 |
I fear no uncles dead.
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18 |
III,1,1721 |
An if they live, I hope I need not fear.
But come, my lord; and with a heavy heart,
Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.
[A Sennet. Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER, BUCKINGHAM]
and CATESBY]
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19 |
V,3,3593 |
[To KING RICHARD III]
Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!
Think, how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth
At Tewksbury: despair, therefore, and die!
[To RICHMOND]
Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls
Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf
King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.
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