Speeches (Lines) for Hubert de Burgh in "King John"
Total: 52
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III,3,1330 |
I am much bounden to your majesty.
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2 |
III,3,1356 |
So well, that what you bid me undertake,
Though that my death were adjunct to my act,
By heaven, I would do it.
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3 |
III,3,1366 |
And I'll keep him so,
That he shall not offend your majesty.
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4 |
III,3,1369 |
My lord?
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5 |
III,3,1371 |
He shall not live.
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6 |
IV,1,1574 |
Heat me these irons hot; and look thou stand
Within the arras: when I strike my foot
Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth,
And bind the boy which you shall find with me
Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch.
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7 |
IV,1,1580 |
Uncleanly scruples! fear not you: look to't.
[Exeunt Executioners]
Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.
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8 |
IV,1,1585 |
Good morrow, little prince.
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9 |
IV,1,1588 |
Indeed, I have been merrier.
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10 |
IV,1,1602 |
[Aside] If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
He will awake my mercy which lies dead:
Therefore I will be sudden and dispatch.
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11 |
IV,1,1609 |
[Aside] His words do take possession of my bosom.
Read here, young Arthur.
[Showing a paper]
[Aside]
How now, foolish rheum!
Turning dispiteous torture out of door!
I must be brief, lest resolution drop
Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.
Can you not read it? Is it not fair writ?
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12 |
IV,1,1620 |
Young boy, I must.
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13 |
IV,1,1622 |
And I will.
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14 |
IV,1,1641 |
I have sworn to do it;
And with hot irons must I burn them out.
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15 |
IV,1,1654 |
Come forth.
[Stamps]
[Re-enter Executioners, with a cord, irons, &c]
Do as I bid you do.
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16 |
IV,1,1660 |
Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.
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17 |
IV,1,1670 |
Go, stand within; let me alone with him.
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18 |
IV,1,1677 |
Come, boy, prepare yourself.
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19 |
IV,1,1679 |
None, but to lose your eyes.
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20 |
IV,1,1685 |
Is this your promise? go to, hold your tongue.
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21 |
IV,1,1694 |
I can heat it, boy.
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22 |
IV,1,1701 |
But with my breath I can revive it, boy.
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23 |
IV,1,1711 |
Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eye
For all the treasure that thine uncle owes:
Yet am I sworn and I did purpose, boy,
With this same very iron to burn them out.
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24 |
IV,1,1717 |
Peace; no more. Adieu.
Your uncle must not know but you are dead;
I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports:
And, pretty child, sleep doubtless and secure,
That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,
Will not offend thee.
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25 |
IV,1,1724 |
Silence; no more: go closely in with me:
Much danger do I undergo for thee.
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26 |
IV,2,1925 |
My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night;
Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about
The other four in wondrous motion.
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27 |
IV,2,1929 |
Old men and beldams in the streets
Do prophesy upon it dangerously:
Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths:
And when they talk of him, they shake their heads
And whisper one another in the ear;
And he that speaks doth gripe the hearer's wrist,
Whilst he that hears makes fearful action,
With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes.
I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus,
The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool,
With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news;
Who, with his shears and measure in his hand,
Standing on slippers, which his nimble haste
Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet,
Told of a many thousand warlike French
That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent:
Another lean unwash'd artificer
Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death.
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28 |
IV,2,1951 |
No had, my lord! why, did you not provoke me?
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29 |
IV,2,1959 |
Here is your hand and seal for what I did.
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30 |
IV,2,1974 |
My lord—
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31 |
IV,2,1993 |
Arm you against your other enemies,
I'll make a peace between your soul and you.
Young Arthur is alive: this hand of mine
Is yet a maiden and an innocent hand,
Not painted with the crimson spots of blood.
Within this bosom never enter'd yet
The dreadful motion of a murderous thought;
And you have slander'd nature in my form,
Which, howsoever rude exteriorly,
Is yet the cover of a fairer mind
Than to be butcher of an innocent child.
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32 |
IV,3,2095 |
Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you:
Arthur doth live; the king hath sent for you.
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33 |
IV,3,2099 |
I am no villain.
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34 |
IV,3,2104 |
Stand back, Lord Salisbury, stand back, I say;
By heaven, I think my sword's as sharp as yours:
I would not have you, lord, forget yourself,
Nor tempt the danger of my true defence;
Lest I, by marking of your rage, forget
Your worth, your greatness and nobility.
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35 |
IV,3,2111 |
Not for my life: but yet I dare defend
My innocent life against an emperor.
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36 |
IV,3,2114 |
Do not prove me so;
Yet I am none: whose tongue soe'er speaks false,
Not truly speaks; who speaks not truly, lies.
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37 |
IV,3,2128 |
Lord Bigot, I am none.
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38 |
IV,3,2130 |
'Tis not an hour since I left him well:
I honour'd him, I loved him, and will weep
My date of life out for his sweet life's loss.
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39 |
IV,3,2147 |
Do but hear me, sir.
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40 |
IV,3,2153 |
Upon my soul—
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41 |
IV,3,2164 |
If I in act, consent, or sin of thought,
Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath
Which was embounded in this beauteous clay,
Let hell want pains enough to torture me.
I left him well.
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42 |
V,3,2468 |
Badly, I fear. How fares your majesty?
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43 |
V,6,2578 |
Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, or I shoot.
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44 |
V,6,2580 |
Of the part of England.
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45 |
V,6,2582 |
What's that to thee? why may not I demand
Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine?
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46 |
V,6,2585 |
Thou hast a perfect thought:
I will upon all hazards well believe
Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so well.
Who art thou?
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47 |
V,6,2592 |
Unkind remembrance! thou and eyeless night
Have done me shame: brave soldier, pardon me,
That any accent breaking from thy tongue
Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear.
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48 |
V,6,2597 |
Why, here walk I in the black brow of night,
To find you out.
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49 |
V,6,2600 |
O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night,
Black, fearful, comfortless and horrible.
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50 |
V,6,2604 |
The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk:
I left him almost speechless; and broke out
To acquaint you with this evil, that you might
The better arm you to the sudden time,
Than if you had at leisure known of this.
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51 |
V,6,2610 |
A monk, I tell you; a resolved villain,
Whose bowels suddenly burst out: the king
Yet speaks and peradventure may recover.
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52 |
V,6,2614 |
Why, know you not? the lords are all come back,
And brought Prince Henry in their company;
At whose request the king hath pardon'd them,
And they are all about his majesty.
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