Speeches (Lines) for First Murderer in "History of Henry VI, Part II"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 III / 2
  • Run to my Lord of Suffolk; let him know
    We have dispatch'd the duke, as he c...
  • Run to my Lord of Suffolk; let him know
    We have dispatch'd the duke, as he commanded.
  • Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester). Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful thoughts,
    And change misdoubt to resolution:
    Be that thou hopest to be, or what thou art
    Resign to death; it is not worth the enjoying:
    Let pale-faced fear keep with the mean-born man,
    And find no harbour in a royal heart.
    Faster than spring-time showers comes thought
    on thought,
    And not a thought but thinks on dignity.
    My brain more busy than the labouring spider
    Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.
    Well, nobles, well, 'tis politicly done,
    To send me packing with an host of men:
    I fear me you but warm the starved snake,
    Who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting
    your hearts.
    'Twas men I lack'd and you will give them me:
    I take it kindly; and yet be well assured
    You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands.
    Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band,
    I will stir up in England some black storm
    Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven or hell;
    And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage
    Until the golden circuit on my head,
    Like to the glorious sun's transparent beams,
    Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.
    And, for a minister of my intent,
    I have seduced a headstrong Kentishman,
    John Cade of Ashford,
    To make commotion, as full well he can,
    Under the title of John Mortimer.
    In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade
    Oppose himself against a troop of kerns,
    And fought so long, till that his thighs with darts
    Were almost like a sharp-quill'd porpentine;
    And, in the end being rescued, I have seen
    Him caper upright like a wild Morisco,
    Shaking the bloody darts as he his bells.
    Full often, like a shag-hair'd crafty kern,
    Hath he conversed with the enemy,
    And undiscover'd come to me again
    And given me notice of their villanies.
    This devil here shall be my substitute;
    For that John Mortimer, which now is dead,
    In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble:
    By this I shall perceive the commons' mind,
    How they affect the house and claim of York.
    Say he be taken, rack'd and tortured,
    I know no pain they can inflict upon him
    Will make him say I moved him to those arms.
    Say that he thrive, as 'tis great like he will,
    Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength
    And reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd;
    For Humphrey being dead, as he shall be,
    And Henry put apart, the next for me.

    First Murderer. Run to my Lord of Suffolk; let him know
    We have dispatch'd the duke, as he commanded.

2 III / 2
  • Here comes my lord.
  • Here comes my lord.
  • Second Murderer. O that it were to do! What have we done?
    Didst ever hear a man so penitent?

    First Murderer. Here comes my lord.

3 III / 2
  • Ay, my good lord, he's dead.
  • Ay, my good lord, he's dead.
  • Earl of Suffolk. Now, sirs, have you dispatch'd this thing?

    First Murderer. Ay, my good lord, he's dead.

4 III / 2
  • 'Tis, my good lord.
  • 'Tis, my good lord.
  • Earl of Suffolk. Why, that's well said. Go, get you to my house;
    I will reward you for this venturous deed.
    The king and all the peers are here at hand.
    Have you laid fair the bed? Is all things well,
    According as I gave directions?

    First Murderer. 'Tis, my good lord.

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