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Yea, at all points, and longs to enter in. | Yea, at all points, and longs to enter in. | R2 I.iii.2 |
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Why then the Champions, are prepar'd, and stay | Why then, the champions are prepared, and stay | R2 I.iii.5 |
For nothing but his Maiesties approach. | For nothing but his majesty's approach. | R2 I.iii.6 |
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Cosine farewell: what presence must not know | Cousin, farewell! What presence must not know, | R2 I.iii.249 |
From where you do remaine, let paper show. | From where you do remain let paper show. | R2 I.iii.250 |
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I brought high Herford (if you call him so) | I brought high Hereford, if you call him so, | R2 I.iv.3 |
but to the next high way, and there I left him. | But to the next highway; and there I left him. | R2 I.iv.4 |
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Faith none for me: except the Northeast wind | Faith, none for me, except the north-east wind, | R2 I.iv.6 |
Which then grew bitterly against our face, | Which then blew bitterly against our faces, | R2 I.iv.7 |
Awak'd the sleepie rhewme, and so by chance | Awaked the sleeping rheum, and so by chance | R2 I.iv.8 |
Did grace our hollow parting with a teare. | Did grace our hollow parting with a tear. | R2 I.iv.9 |
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Farewell: | ‘ Farewell ’ – | R2 I.iv.11 |
and for my hart disdained yt my tongue | And, for my heart disdained that my tongue | R2 I.iv.12 |
Should so prophane the word, that taught me craft | Should so profane the word, that taught me craft | R2 I.iv.13 |
To counterfeit oppression of such greefe, | To counterfeit oppression of such grief | R2 I.iv.14 |
That word seem'd buried in my sorrowes graue. | That words seemed buried in my sorrow's grave. | R2 I.iv.15 |
Marry, would the word Farwell, haue lengthen'd houres, | Marry, would the word ‘ farewell ’ have lengthened hours | R2 I.iv.16 |
And added yeeres to his short banishment, | And added years to his short banishment, | R2 I.iv.17 |
He should haue had a voIume of Farwels, | He should have had a volume of farewells; | R2 I.iv.18 |
but since it would not, he had none of me. | But since it would not, he had none of me. | R2 I.iv.19 |
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| Amen! | R2 I.iv.65 |
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Yea, my Lord: how brooks your Grace the ayre, | Yea, my lord. How brooks your grace the air | R2 III.ii.2 |
After your late tossing on the breaking Seas? | After your late tossing on the breaking seas? | R2 III.ii.3 |
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He meanes, my Lord, that we are too remisse, | He means, my lord, that we are too remiss, | R2 III.ii.33 |
Whilest Bullingbrooke through our securitie, | Whilst Bolingbroke through our security | R2 III.ii.34 |
Growes strong and great, in substance and in friends. | Grows strong and great in substance and in power. | R2 III.ii.35 |
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Comfort my Liege, why lookes your Grace so pale? | Comfort, my liege. Why looks your grace so pale? | R2 III.ii.75 |
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Comfort my Liege, remember who you are. | Comfort, my liege. Remember who you are. | R2 III.ii.82 |
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Is Bushie, Greene, and the Earle of Wiltshire dead? | Is Bushy, Green, and the Earl of Wiltshire dead? | R2 III.ii.141 |
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Where is the Duke my Father with his Power? | Where is the Duke, my father, with his power? | R2 III.ii.143 |
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My Father hath a Power, enquire of him, | My father hath a power. Inquire of him, | R2 III.ii.186 |
And learne to make a Body of a Limbe. | And learn to make a body of a limb. | R2 III.ii.187 |
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My Liege, one word. | My liege, one word! | R2 III.ii.215.1 |
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No, good my Lord, let's fight with gentle words, | No, good my lord. Let's fight with gentle words | R2 III.iii.131 |
Till time lend friends, and friends their helpeful Swords. | Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful swords. | R2 III.iii.132 |
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Northumberland comes backe from Bullingbrooke. | Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke. | R2 III.iii.142 |
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Princes, and Noble Lords: | Princes and noble lords, | R2 IV.i.19.2 |
What answer shall I make to this base man? | What answer shall I make to this base man? | R2 IV.i.20 |
Shall I so much dishonor my faire Starres, | Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars | R2 IV.i.21 |
On equall termes to giue him chasticement? | On equal terms to give him chastisement? | R2 IV.i.22 |
Either I must, or haue mine honor soyl'd | Either I must, or have mine honour soiled | R2 IV.i.23 |
With th'Attaindor of his sland'rous Lippes. | With the attainder of his slanderous lips. | R2 IV.i.24 |
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There is my Gage, the manuall Seale of death | There is my gage, the manual seal of death, | R2 IV.i.25 |
That markes thee out for Hell. Thou lyest, | That marks thee out for hell. I say thou liest, | R2 IV.i.26 |
And will maintaine what thou hast said, is false, | And will maintain what thou hast said is false | R2 IV.i.27 |
In thy heart blood, though being all too base | In thy heart-blood, though being all too base | R2 IV.i.28 |
To staine the temper of my Knightly sword. | To stain the temper of my knightly sword. | R2 IV.i.29 |
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Excepting one, I would he were the best | Excepting one, I would he were the best | R2 IV.i.31 |
In all this presence, that hath mou'd me so. | In all this presence that hath moved me so. | R2 IV.i.32 |
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Thou dar'st not (Coward) liue to see the day. | Thou darest not, coward, live to see that day. | R2 IV.i.41 |
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Fitzwater thou art damn'd to hell for this. | Fitzwater, thou art damned to hell for this. | R2 IV.i.43 |
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And if I do not, may my hands rot off, | And if I do not may my hands rot off, | R2 IV.i.49 |
And neuer brandish more reuengefull Steele, | And never brandish more revengeful steel | R2 IV.i.50 |
Ouer the glittering Helmet of my Foe. | Over the glittering helmet of my foe. | R2 IV.i.51 |
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| Who sets me else? By heaven, I'll throw at all. | R2 IV.i.57 |
| I have a thousand spirits in one breast | R2 IV.i.58 |
| To answer twenty thousand such as you. | R2 IV.i.59 |
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Some honest Christian trust me with a Gage, | Some honest Christian trust me with a gage. | R2 IV.i.83 |
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That Norfolke lyes: here doe I throw downe this, | That Norfolk lies here do I throw down this, | R2 IV.i.84 |
If he may be repeal'd, to trie his Honor. | If he may be repealed to try his honour. | R2 IV.i.85 |
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You holy Clergie-men, is there no Plot | You holy clergymen, is there no plot | R2 IV.i.323 |
To rid the Realme of this pernicious Blot. | To rid the realm of this pernicious blot? | R2 IV.i.324 |
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Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not, | Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not. | R2 V.ii.48 |
God knowes, I had as liefe be none, as one. | God knows I had as lief be none as one. | R2 V.ii.49 |
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For ought I know my Lord, they do. | For aught I know, my lord, they do. | R2 V.ii.53 |
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If God preuent not, I purpose so. | If God prevent not, I purpose so. | R2 V.ii.55 |
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My Lord, 'tis nothing. | My lord, 'tis nothing. | R2 V.ii.58.1 |
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I do beseech your Grace to pardon me, | I do beseech your grace to pardon me. | R2 V.ii.60 |
It is a matter of small consequence, | It is a matter of small consequence | R2 V.ii.61 |
Which for some reasons I would not haue seene. | Which for some reasons I would not have seen. | R2 V.ii.62 |
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I do beseech you pardon me, I may not shew it. | I do beseech you, pardon me. I may not show it. | R2 V.ii.70 |
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Good Mother be content, it is no more | Good mother, be content. It is no more | R2 V.ii.82 |
Then my poore life must answer. | Than my poor life must answer. | R2 V.ii.83.1 |
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Where is the King? | Where is the King? | R2 V.iii.23 |
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God saue your Grace. I do beseech your Maiesty | God save your grace. I do beseech your majesty | R2 V.iii.25 |
To haue some conference with your Grace alone. | To have some conference with your grace alone. | R2 V.iii.26 |
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For euer may my knees grow to the earth, | For ever may my knees grow to the earth, | R2 V.iii.29 |
My tongue cleaue to my roofe within my mouth, | My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth, | R2 V.iii.30 |
Vnlesse a Pardon, ere I rise, or speake. | Unless a pardon ere I rise or speak. | R2 V.iii.31 |
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Then giue me leaue, that I may turne the key, | Then give me leave that I may turn the key | R2 V.iii.35 |
That no man enter, till my tale be done. | That no man enter till my tale be done. | R2 V.iii.36 |
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Stay thy reuengefull hand, thou hast no cause to feare. | Stay thy revengeful hand, thou hast no cause to fear. | R2 V.iii.41 |
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Remember as thou read'st, thy promise past: | Remember, as thou readest, thy promise passed. | R2 V.iii.50 |
I do repent me, reade not my name there, | I do repent me. Read not my name there. | R2 V.iii.51 |
My heart is not confederate with my hand. | My heart is not confederate with my hand. | R2 V.iii.52 |
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Vnto my mothers prayres, I bend my knee. | Unto my mother's prayers I bend my knee. | R2 V.iii.96 |