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Here, most gracious liege.
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Here, most gracious liege.
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Richard - Duke of Gloucester - Richard III after enthronement. My Lord of Norfolk,--
Duke of Norfolk. Here, most gracious liege.
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We must both give and take, my gracious lord.
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We must both give and take, my gracious lord.
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Richard - Duke of Gloucester - Richard III after enthronement. Norfolk, we must have knocks; ha! must we not?
Duke of Norfolk. We must both give and take, my gracious lord.
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Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.
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Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.
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Richard - Duke of Gloucester - Richard III after enthronement. Up with my tent there! here will I lie tonight;
But where to-morrow? Well, all's one for that.
Who hath descried the number of the foe?
Duke of Norfolk. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.
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I go, my lord.
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I go, my lord.
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Richard - Duke of Gloucester - Richard III after enthronement. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge;
Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels.
Duke of Norfolk. I go, my lord.
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I warrant you, my lord.
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I warrant you, my lord.
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Richard - Duke of Gloucester - Richard III after enthronement. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk.
Duke of Norfolk. I warrant you, my lord.
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Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field.
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Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field.
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Richard - Duke of Gloucester - Richard III after enthronement. The sun will not be seen to-day;
The sky doth frown and lour upon our army.
I would these dewy tears were from the ground.
Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me
More than to Richmond? for the selfsame heaven
That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.
Duke of Norfolk. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field.
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A good direction, warlike sovereign.
This found I on my tent this morning.
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A good direction, warlike sovereign.
This found I on my tent this morning.
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Richard - Duke of Gloucester - Richard III after enthronement. Come, bustle, bustle; caparison my horse.
Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power:
I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,
And thus my battle shall be ordered:
My foreward shall be drawn out all in length,
Consisting equally of horse and foot;
Our archers shall be placed in the midst
John Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey,
Shall have the leading of this foot and horse.
They thus directed, we will follow
In the main battle, whose puissance on either side
Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.
This, and Saint George to boot! What think'st thou, Norfolk?
Duke of Norfolk. A good direction, warlike sovereign.
This found I on my tent this morning.
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My lord, the enemy is past the marsh
After the battle let George Stanley die...
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My lord, the enemy is past the marsh
After the battle let George Stanley die.
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Richard - Duke of Gloucester - Richard III after enthronement. Off with his son George's head!
Duke of Norfolk. My lord, the enemy is past the marsh
After the battle let George Stanley die.
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