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| Westmoreland. What, shall we suffer this? let's pluck him down: | 1.1.59
| My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it. | 1.1.60
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| Westmoreland. He is both king and Duke of Lancaster; | 1.1.88
| And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain. | 1.1.89
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| Westmoreland. Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons, | 1.1.96
| Thy kinsman and thy friends, I'll have more lives | 1.1.97
| Than drops of blood were in my father's veins. | 1.1.98
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| Westmoreland. Base, fearful and despairing Henry! | 1.1.179
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| Westmoreland. I cannot stay to hear these articles. | 1.1.181
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| Westmoreland. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king, | 1.1.184
| In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides. | 1.1.185
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