All of Shakespeare’s plays.
I know my duty; you are all undutiful:
Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George,
And thou mis-shapen Dick, I tell ye all
I am your better, traitors as ye are:
And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine.
Nay, take away this scolding crookback rather.
Let AEsop fable in a winter's night;
His currish riddles sort not with this place.
Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York!
Suppose that I am now my father's mouth;
Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou,
Whilst I propose the selfsame words to thee,
Which traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.
And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.
Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit
Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
Infuse his breast with magnanimity
And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
I speak not this as doubting any here
For did I but suspect a fearful man
He should have leave ...
Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it;
And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand.
Nay, mark how Lewis stamps, as he were nettled:
I hope all's for the best.
To Edward, but not to the English king.
And why not queen?
Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are fled,
And Warwick rages like a chafed bull:
Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit.
If that be right which Warwick says is right,
There is no wrong, but every thing is right.
My royal father, cheer these noble lords
And hearten those that fight in your defence:
Unsheathe your sword, good father; cry 'Saint George!'
When I return with victory from the field
I'll see your grace: till then I'll follow her.
Father, you cannot disinherit me:
If you be king, why should not I succeed?
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