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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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the character name is "Poet."
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Henry VI, Part III
[II, 1] |
Richard III (Duke of Gloucester) |
706 |
I cannot weep; for all my body's moisture
Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart:
Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great burthen;
For selfsame wind that I should speak withal
Is kindling coals that fires all my breast,
And burns me up with flames that tears would quench.
To weep is to make less the depth of grief:
Tears then for babes; blows and revenge for me
Richard, I bear thy name; I'll venge thy death,
Or die renowned by attempting it.
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2 |
Henry VI, Part III
[III, 1] |
Henry VI |
1423 |
More than I seem, and less than I was born to:
A man at least, for less I should not be;
And men may talk of kings, and why not I?
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3 |
Henry VI, Part III
[III, 2] |
King Edward IV (Plantagenet) |
1480 |
It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause.
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4 |
Henry VI, Part III
[IV, 1] |
King Edward IV (Plantagenet) |
2077 |
I blame not her, she could say little less;
She had the wrong. But what said Henry's queen?
For I have heard that she was there in place.
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5 |
Henry VI, Part III
[IV, 7] |
Mayor of York |
2446 |
True, my good lord; I know you for no less.
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6 |
Henry VI, Part III
[V, 4] |
Earl Oxford |
2867 |
I thought no less: it is his policy
To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
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7 |
Henry VI, Part III
[V, 6] |
Henry VI |
3030 |
Hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst presume,
Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine.
And thus I prophesy, that many a thousand,
Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,
And many an old man's sigh and many a widow's,
And many an orphan's water-standing eye—
Men for their sons, wives for their husbands,
And orphans for their parents timeless death—
Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
The owl shriek'd at thy birth,—an evil sign;
The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees;
The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,
And chattering pies in dismal discords sung.
Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain,
And, yet brought forth less than a mother's hope,
To wit, an indigested and deformed lump,
Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.
Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born,
To signify thou camest to bite the world:
And, if the rest be true which I have heard,
Thou camest—
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