Speeches (Lines) for Bagot in "History of Richard II"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 II / 2
  • And that's the wavering commons: for their love
    Lies in their purses, and wh...
  • And that's the wavering commons: for their love
    Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them
    By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.
  • Green. Besides, our nearness to the king in love
    Is near the hate of those love not the king.

    Bagot. And that's the wavering commons: for their love
    Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them
    By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.

2 II / 2
  • If judgement lie in them, then so do we,
    Because we ever have been near the...
  • If judgement lie in them, then so do we,
    Because we ever have been near the king.
  • Bushy. Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd.

    Bagot. If judgement lie in them, then so do we,
    Because we ever have been near the king.

3 II / 2
  • No; I will to Ireland to his majesty.
    Farewell: if heart's presages be not v...
  • No; I will to Ireland to his majesty.
    Farewell: if heart's presages be not vain,
    We three here art that ne'er shall meet again.
  • Bushy. Thither will I with you; for little office
    The hateful commons will perform for us,
    Except like curs to tear us all to pieces.
    Will you go along with us?

    Bagot. No; I will to Ireland to his majesty.
    Farewell: if heart's presages be not vain,
    We three here art that ne'er shall meet again.

4 II / 2
  • I fear me, never.
  • I fear me, never.
  • Bushy. Well, we may meet again.

    Bagot. I fear me, never.

5 IV / 1
  • Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle.
  • Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle.
  • Henry IV. Call forth Bagot.
    Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind;
    What thou dost know of noble Gloucester's death,
    Who wrought it with the king, and who perform'd
    The bloody office of his timeless end.

    Bagot. Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle.

6 IV / 1
  • My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue
    Scorns to unsay what once it hath...
  • My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue
    Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd.
    In that dead time when Gloucester's death was plotted,
    I heard you say, 'Is not my arm of length,
    That reacheth from the restful English court
    As far as Calais, to mine uncle's head?'
    Amongst much other talk, that very time,
    I heard you say that you had rather refuse
    The offer of an hundred thousand crowns
    Than Bolingbroke's return to England;
    Adding withal how blest this land would be
    In this your cousin's death.
  • Henry IV. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man.

    Bagot. My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue
    Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd.
    In that dead time when Gloucester's death was plotted,
    I heard you say, 'Is not my arm of length,
    That reacheth from the restful English court
    As far as Calais, to mine uncle's head?'
    Amongst much other talk, that very time,
    I heard you say that you had rather refuse
    The offer of an hundred thousand crowns
    Than Bolingbroke's return to England;
    Adding withal how blest this land would be
    In this your cousin's death.

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