Speeches (Lines) for Salisbury in "King John"
Total: 36
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1 |
III,1,942 |
As true as I believe you think them false
That give you cause to prove my saying true.
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2 |
III,1,953 |
What other harm have I, good lady, done,
But spoke the harm that is by others done?
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3 |
III,1,981 |
Pardon me, madam,
I may not go without you to the kings.
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4 |
IV,2,1736 |
Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp,
To guard a title that was rich before,
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
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5 |
IV,2,1748 |
In this the antique and well noted face
Of plain old form is much disfigured;
And, like a shifted wind unto a sail,
It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about,
Startles and frights consideration,
Makes sound opinion sick and truth suspected,
For putting on so new a fashion'd robe.
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6 |
IV,2,1762 |
To this effect, before you were new crown'd,
We breathed our counsel: but it pleased your highness
To overbear it, and we are all well pleased,
Since all and every part of what we would
Doth make a stand at what your highness will.
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7 |
IV,2,1805 |
The colour of the king doth come and go
Between his purpose and his conscience,
Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set:
His passion is so ripe, it needs must break.
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8 |
IV,2,1815 |
Indeed we fear'd his sickness was past cure.
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9 |
IV,2,1822 |
It is apparent foul play; and 'tis shame
That greatness should so grossly offer it:
So thrive it in your game! and so, farewell.
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10 |
IV,3,2029 |
Lords, I will meet him at Saint Edmundsbury:
It is our safety, and we must embrace
This gentle offer of the perilous time.
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11 |
IV,3,2033 |
The Count Melun, a noble lord of France,
Whose private with me of the Dauphin's love
Is much more general than these lines import.
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12 |
IV,3,2037 |
Or rather then set forward; for 'twill be
Two long days' journey, lords, or ere we meet.
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13 |
IV,3,2042 |
The king hath dispossess'd himself of us:
We will not line his thin bestained cloak
With our pure honours, nor attend the foot
That leaves the print of blood where'er it walks.
Return and tell him so: we know the worst.
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14 |
IV,3,2048 |
Our griefs, and not our manners, reason now.
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15 |
IV,3,2053 |
This is the prison. What is he lies here?
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16 |
IV,3,2057 |
Murder, as hating what himself hath done,
Doth lay it open to urge on revenge.
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17 |
IV,3,2061 |
Sir Richard, what think you? have you beheld,
Or have you read or heard? or could you think?
Or do you almost think, although you see,
That you do see? could thought, without this object,
Form such another? This is the very top,
The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest,
Of murder's arms: this is the bloodiest shame,
The wildest savagery, the vilest stroke,
That ever wall-eyed wrath or staring rage
Presented to the tears of soft remorse.
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18 |
IV,3,2080 |
If that it be the work of any hand!
We had a kind of light what would ensue:
It is the shameful work of Hubert's hand;
The practise and the purpose of the king:
From whose obedience I forbid my soul,
Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life,
And breathing to his breathless excellence
The incense of a vow, a holy vow,
Never to taste the pleasures of the world,
Never to be infected with delight,
Nor conversant with ease and idleness,
Till I have set a glory to this hand,
By giving it the worship of revenge.
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19 |
IV,3,2097 |
O, he is old and blushes not at death.
Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone!
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20 |
IV,3,2100 |
Must I rob the law?
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21 |
IV,3,2103 |
Not till I sheathe it in a murderer's skin.
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22 |
IV,3,2113 |
Thou art a murderer.
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23 |
IV,3,2119 |
Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge.
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24 |
IV,3,2133 |
Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum;
And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
Like rivers of remorse and innocency.
Away with me, all you whose souls abhor
The uncleanly savours of a slaughter-house;
For I am stifled with this smell of sin.
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25 |
V,2,2286 |
Upon our sides it never shall be broken.
And, noble Dauphin, albeit we swear
A voluntary zeal and an unurged faith
To your proceedings; yet believe me, prince,
I am not glad that such a sore of time
Should seek a plaster by contemn'd revolt,
And heal the inveterate canker of one wound
By making many. O, it grieves my soul,
That I must draw this metal from my side
To be a widow-maker! O, and there
Where honourable rescue and defence
Cries out upon the name of Salisbury!
But such is the infection of the time,
That, for the health and physic of our right,
We cannot deal but with the very hand
Of stern injustice and confused wrong.
And is't not pity, O my grieved friends,
That we, the sons and children of this isle,
Were born to see so sad an hour as this;
Wherein we step after a stranger march
Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up
Her enemies' ranks,—I must withdraw and weep
Upon the spot of this enforced cause,—
To grace the gentry of a land remote,
And follow unacquainted colours here?
What, here? O nation, that thou couldst remove!
That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about,
Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyself,
And grapple thee unto a pagan shore;
Where these two Christian armies might combine
The blood of malice in a vein of league,
And not to spend it so unneighbourly!
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26 |
V,4,2487 |
I did not think the king so stored with friends.
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27 |
V,4,2490 |
That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge,
In spite of spite, alone upholds the day.
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28 |
V,4,2495 |
When we were happy we had other names.
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29 |
V,4,2497 |
Wounded to death.
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30 |
V,4,2509 |
May this be possible? may this be true?
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31 |
V,4,2537 |
We do believe thee: and beshrew my soul
But I do love the favour and the form
Of this most fair occasion, by the which
We will untread the steps of damned flight,
And like a bated and retired flood,
Leaving our rankness and irregular course,
Stoop low within those bounds we have o'erlook'd
And cabby run on in obedience
Even to our ocean, to our great King John.
My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence;
For I do see the cruel pangs of death
Right in thine eye. Away, my friends! New flight;
And happy newness, that intends old right.
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32 |
V,7,2656 |
Be of good comfort, prince; for you are born
To set a form upon that indigest
Which he hath left so shapeless and so rude.
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33 |
V,7,2701 |
You breathe these dead news in as dead an ear.
My liege! my lord! but now a king, now thus.
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34 |
V,7,2717 |
It seems you know not, then, so much as we:
The Cardinal Pandulph is within at rest,
Who half an hour since came from the Dauphin,
And brings from him such offers of our peace
As we with honour and respect may take,
With purpose presently to leave this war.
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35 |
V,7,2725 |
Nay, it is in a manner done already;
For many carriages he hath dispatch'd
To the sea-side, and put his cause and quarrel
To the disposing of the cardinal:
With whom yourself, myself and other lords,
If you think meet, this afternoon will post
To consummate this business happily.
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36 |
V,7,2743 |
And the like tender of our love we make,
To rest without a spot for evermore.
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