Speeches (Lines) for Lord Clifford in "History of Henry VI, Part II"

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1 IV / 8
  • What say ye, countrymen? will ye relent,
    And yield to mercy whilst 'tis offe...
  • What say ye, countrymen? will ye relent,
    And yield to mercy whilst 'tis offer'd you;
    Or let a rebel lead you to your deaths?
    Who loves the king and will embrace his pardon,
    Fling up his cap, and say 'God save his majesty!'
    Who hateth him and honours not his father,
    Henry the Fifth, that made all France to quake,
    Shake he his weapon at us and pass by.
  • Duke of Buckingham. Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb thee:
    Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the king
    Unto the commons whom thou hast misled;
    And here pronounce free pardon to them all
    That will forsake thee and go home in peace.

    Lord Clifford. What say ye, countrymen? will ye relent,
    And yield to mercy whilst 'tis offer'd you;
    Or let a rebel lead you to your deaths?
    Who loves the king and will embrace his pardon,
    Fling up his cap, and say 'God save his majesty!'
    Who hateth him and honours not his father,
    Henry the Fifth, that made all France to quake,
    Shake he his weapon at us and pass by.

2 IV / 8
  • Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth,
    That thus you do exclaim you'll go with...
  • Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth,
    That thus you do exclaim you'll go with him?
    Will he conduct you through the heart of France,
    And make the meanest of you earls and dukes?
    Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to;
    Nor knows he how to live but by the spoil,
    Unless by robbing of your friends and us.
    Were't not a shame, that whilst you live at jar,
    The fearful French, whom you late vanquished,
    Should make a start o'er seas and vanquish you?
    Methinks already in this civil broil
    I see them lording it in London streets,
    Crying 'Villiago!' unto all they meet.
    Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry
    Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy.
    To France, to France, and get what you have lost;
    Spare England, for it is your native coast;
    Henry hath money, you are strong and manly;
    God on our side, doubt not of victory.
  • All. We'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade!

    Lord Clifford. Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth,
    That thus you do exclaim you'll go with him?
    Will he conduct you through the heart of France,
    And make the meanest of you earls and dukes?
    Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to;
    Nor knows he how to live but by the spoil,
    Unless by robbing of your friends and us.
    Were't not a shame, that whilst you live at jar,
    The fearful French, whom you late vanquished,
    Should make a start o'er seas and vanquish you?
    Methinks already in this civil broil
    I see them lording it in London streets,
    Crying 'Villiago!' unto all they meet.
    Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry
    Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy.
    To France, to France, and get what you have lost;
    Spare England, for it is your native coast;
    Henry hath money, you are strong and manly;
    God on our side, doubt not of victory.

3 IV / 9
  • He is fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield;
    And humbly thus, with halt...
  • He is fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield;
    And humbly thus, with halters on their necks,
    Expect your highness' doom of life or death.
  • Henry VI. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surprised?
    Or is he but retired to make him strong?
    [Enter below, multitudes, with halters about]
    their necks]

    Lord Clifford. He is fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield;
    And humbly thus, with halters on their necks,
    Expect your highness' doom of life or death.

4 V / 1
  • Health and all happiness to my lord the king!
  • Health and all happiness to my lord the king!
  • Queen Margaret. And here comes Clifford to deny their bail.

    Lord Clifford. Health and all happiness to my lord the king!

5 V / 1
  • This is my king, York, I do not mistake;
    But thou mistakest me much to think...
  • This is my king, York, I do not mistake;
    But thou mistakest me much to think I do:
    To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad?
  • Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester). I thank thee, Clifford: say, what news with thee?
    Nay, do not fright us with an angry look;
    We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again;
    For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.

    Lord Clifford. This is my king, York, I do not mistake;
    But thou mistakest me much to think I do:
    To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad?

6 V / 1
  • He is a traitor; let him to the Tower,
    And chop away that factious pate of h...
  • He is a traitor; let him to the Tower,
    And chop away that factious pate of his.
  • Henry VI. Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humour
    Makes him oppose himself against his king.

    Lord Clifford. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower,
    And chop away that factious pate of his.

7 V / 1
  • Why, what a brood of traitors have we here!
  • Why, what a brood of traitors have we here!
  • Richard Plantagenet the Younger. And if words will not, then our weapons shall.

    Lord Clifford. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here!

8 V / 1
  • Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death.
    And manacle the bear-war...
  • Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death.
    And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,
    If thou darest bring them to the baiting place.
  • Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester). Look in a glass, and call thy image so:
    I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.
    Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,
    That with the very shaking of their chains
    They may astonish these fell-lurking curs:
    Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me.

    Lord Clifford. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death.
    And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,
    If thou darest bring them to the baiting place.

9 V / 1
  • Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump,
    As crooked in thy manners as thy...
  • Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump,
    As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!
  • Richard Plantagenet the Younger. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur
    Run back and bite, because he was withheld;
    Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw,
    Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs and cried:
    And such a piece of service will you do,
    If you oppose yourselves to match Lord Warwick.

    Lord Clifford. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump,
    As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!

10 V / 1
  • Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.
  • Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.
  • Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester). Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon.

    Lord Clifford. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.

11 V / 1
  • The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true.
  • The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true.
  • Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester). Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast,
    I am resolved for death or dignity.

    Lord Clifford. The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true.

12 V / 1
  • I am resolved to bear a greater storm
    Than any thou canst conjure up to-day;...
  • I am resolved to bear a greater storm
    Than any thou canst conjure up to-day;
    And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
    Might I but know thee by thy household badge.
  • Earl of Warwick. You were best to go to bed and dream again,
    To keep thee from the tempest of the field.

    Lord Clifford. I am resolved to bear a greater storm
    Than any thou canst conjure up to-day;
    And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
    Might I but know thee by thy household badge.

13 V / 1
  • And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear
    And tread it under foot with all co...
  • And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear
    And tread it under foot with all contempt,
    Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear.
  • Earl of Warwick. Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest,
    The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,
    This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
    As on a mountain top the cedar shows
    That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,
    Even to affright thee with the view thereof.

    Lord Clifford. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear
    And tread it under foot with all contempt,
    Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear.

14 V / 2
  • What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause?
  • What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause?
  • Earl of Warwick. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou fight'st.
    As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
    It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.

    Lord Clifford. What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause?

15 V / 2
  • Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,
    But that 'tis shown ignobly a...
  • Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,
    But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason.
  • Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester). With thy brave bearing should I be in love,
    But that thou art so fast mine enemy.

    Lord Clifford. Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,
    But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason.

16 V / 2
  • My soul and body on the action both!
  • My soul and body on the action both!
  • Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester). So let it help me now against thy sword
    As I in justice and true right express it.

    Lord Clifford. My soul and body on the action both!

17 V / 2
  • La fin couronne les oeuvres.
  • La fin couronne les oeuvres.
  • Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester). A dreadful lay! Address thee instantly.

    Lord Clifford. La fin couronne les oeuvres.

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