Speeches (Lines) for Marquis of Dorset in "History of Richard III"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 I / 3
  • No man but prophesied revenge for it.
  • No man but prophesied revenge for it.
  • Lord (Earl) Rivers. Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported.

    Marquis of Dorset. No man but prophesied revenge for it.

2 I / 3
  • Dispute not with her; she is lunatic.
  • Dispute not with her; she is lunatic.
  • Queen Margaret. To serve me well, you all should do me duty,
    Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects:
    O, serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty!

    Marquis of Dorset. Dispute not with her; she is lunatic.

3 I / 3
  • It toucheth you, my lord, as much as me.
  • It toucheth you, my lord, as much as me.
  • Duke of Gloucester. Good counsel, marry: learn it, learn it, marquess.

    Marquis of Dorset. It toucheth you, my lord, as much as me.

4 II / 1
  • This interchange of love, I here protest,
    Upon my part shall be unviolable.
  • This interchange of love, I here protest,
    Upon my part shall be unviolable.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Dorset, embrace him; Hastings, love lord marquess.

    Marquis of Dorset. This interchange of love, I here protest,
    Upon my part shall be unviolable.

5 II / 1
  • Ay, my good lord; and no one in this presence
    But his red colour hath forsoo...
  • Ay, my good lord; and no one in this presence
    But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks.
  • Duke of Buckingham. Look I so pale, Lord Dorset, as the rest?

    Marquis of Dorset. Ay, my good lord; and no one in this presence
    But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks.

6 II / 1
  • A boon, my sovereign, for my service done!
  • A boon, my sovereign, for my service done!
  • Duke of Gloucester. But he, poor soul, by your first order died,
    And that a winged Mercury did bear:
    Some tardy cripple bore the countermand,
    That came too lag to see him buried.
    God grant that some, less noble and less loyal,
    Nearer in bloody thoughts, but not in blood,
    Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did,
    And yet go current from suspicion!

    Marquis of Dorset. A boon, my sovereign, for my service done!

7 II / 1
  • I will not rise, unless your highness grant.
  • I will not rise, unless your highness grant.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). I pray thee, peace: my soul is full of sorrow.

    Marquis of Dorset. I will not rise, unless your highness grant.

8 II / 1
  • The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life;
    Who slew to-day a righteous ge...
  • The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life;
    Who slew to-day a righteous gentleman
    Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolk.
  • King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Then speak at once what is it thou demand'st.

    Marquis of Dorset. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life;
    Who slew to-day a righteous gentleman
    Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolk.

9 II / 2
  • Comfort, dear mother: God is much displeased
    That you take with unthankfulne...
  • Comfort, dear mother: God is much displeased
    That you take with unthankfulness, his doing:
    In common worldly things, 'tis call'd ungrateful,
    With dull unwilligness to repay a debt
    Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent;
    Much more to be thus opposite with heaven,
    For it requires the royal debt it lent you.
  • Duchess of York. Was never mother had so dear a loss!
    Alas, I am the mother of these moans!
    Their woes are parcell'd, mine are general.
    She for an Edward weeps, and so do I;
    I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she:
    These babes for Clarence weep and so do I;
    I for an Edward weep, so do not they:
    Alas, you three, on me, threefold distress'd,
    Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow's nurse,
    And I will pamper it with lamentations.

    Marquis of Dorset. Comfort, dear mother: God is much displeased
    That you take with unthankfulness, his doing:
    In common worldly things, 'tis call'd ungrateful,
    With dull unwilligness to repay a debt
    Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent;
    Much more to be thus opposite with heaven,
    For it requires the royal debt it lent you.

10 IV / 1
  • Be of good cheer: mother, how fares your grace?
  • Be of good cheer: mother, how fares your grace?
  • Lady Anne. Despiteful tidings! O unpleasing news!

    Marquis of Dorset. Be of good cheer: mother, how fares your grace?

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