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

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1 I / 4
  • Well, he is gone; and with him go these thoughts.
    Now for the rebels which s...
  • Well, he is gone; and with him go these thoughts.
    Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland,
    Expedient manage must be made, my liege,
    Ere further leisure yield them further means
    For their advantage and your highness' loss.
  • King Richard II. He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt,
    When time shall call him home from banishment,
    Whether our kinsman come to see his friends.
    Ourself and Bushy, Bagot here and Green
    Observed his courtship to the common people;
    How he did seem to dive into their hearts
    With humble and familiar courtesy,
    What reverence he did throw away on slaves,
    Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles
    And patient underbearing of his fortune,
    As 'twere to banish their affects with him.
    Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench;
    A brace of draymen bid God speed him well
    And had the tribute of his supple knee,
    With 'Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends;'
    As were our England in reversion his,
    And he our subjects' next degree in hope.

    Green. Well, he is gone; and with him go these thoughts.
    Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland,
    Expedient manage must be made, my liege,
    Ere further leisure yield them further means
    For their advantage and your highness' loss.

2 II / 2
  • God save your majesty! and well met, gentlemen:
    I hope the king is not yet s...
  • God save your majesty! and well met, gentlemen:
    I hope the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland.
  • Queen. 'Tis nothing less: conceit is still derived
    From some forefather grief; mine is not so,
    For nothing had begot my something grief;
    Or something hath the nothing that I grieve:
    'Tis in reversion that I do possess;
    But what it is, that is not yet known; what
    I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot.

    Green. God save your majesty! and well met, gentlemen:
    I hope the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland.

3 II / 2
  • That he, our hope, might have retired his power,
    And driven into despair an...
  • That he, our hope, might have retired his power,
    And driven into despair an enemy's hope,
    Who strongly hath set footing in this land:
    The banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself,
    And with uplifted arms is safe arrived
    At Ravenspurgh.
  • Queen. Why hopest thou so? 'tis better hope he is;
    For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope:
    Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipp'd?

    Green. That he, our hope, might have retired his power,
    And driven into despair an enemy's hope,
    Who strongly hath set footing in this land:
    The banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself,
    And with uplifted arms is safe arrived
    At Ravenspurgh.

4 II / 2
  • Ah, madam, 'tis too true: and that is worse,
    The Lord Northumberland, his so...
  • Ah, madam, 'tis too true: and that is worse,
    The Lord Northumberland, his son young Henry Percy,
    The Lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby,
    With all their powerful friends, are fled to him.
  • Queen. Now God in heaven forbid!

    Green. Ah, madam, 'tis too true: and that is worse,
    The Lord Northumberland, his son young Henry Percy,
    The Lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby,
    With all their powerful friends, are fled to him.

5 II / 2
  • We have: whereupon the Earl of Worcester
    Hath broke his staff, resign'd his...
  • We have: whereupon the Earl of Worcester
    Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship,
    And all the household servants fled with him
    To Bolingbroke.
  • Bushy. Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland
    And all the rest revolted faction traitors?

    Green. We have: whereupon the Earl of Worcester
    Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship,
    And all the household servants fled with him
    To Bolingbroke.

6 II / 2
  • Here comes the Duke of York.
  • Here comes the Duke of York.
  • Queen. Who shall hinder me?
    I will despair, and be at enmity
    With cozening hope: he is a flatterer,
    A parasite, a keeper back of death,
    Who gently would dissolve the bands of life,
    Which false hope lingers in extremity.

    Green. Here comes the Duke of York.

7 II / 2
  • Besides, our nearness to the king in love
    Is near the hate of those love not...
  • Besides, our nearness to the king in love
    Is near the hate of those love not the king.
  • Bushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland,
    But none returns. For us to levy power
    Proportionable to the enemy
    Is all unpossible.

    Green. Besides, our nearness to the king in love
    Is near the hate of those love not the king.

8 II / 2
  • Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristol castle:
    The Earl of Wiltshire is...
  • Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristol castle:
    The Earl of Wiltshire is already there.
  • Bagot. If judgement lie in them, then so do we,
    Because we ever have been near the king.

    Green. Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristol castle:
    The Earl of Wiltshire is already there.

9 II / 2
  • Alas, poor duke! the task he undertakes
    Is numbering sands and drinking ocea...
  • Alas, poor duke! the task he undertakes
    Is numbering sands and drinking oceans dry:
    Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly.
    Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever.
  • Bushy. That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.

    Green. Alas, poor duke! the task he undertakes
    Is numbering sands and drinking oceans dry:
    Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly.
    Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever.

10 III / 1
  • My comfort is that heaven will take our souls
    And plague injustice with the...
  • My comfort is that heaven will take our souls
    And plague injustice with the pains of hell.
  • Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death to me
    Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell.

    Green. My comfort is that heaven will take our souls
    And plague injustice with the pains of hell.

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