Speeches (Lines) for Hubert de Burgh
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I am much bounden to your majesty. |
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So well, that what you bid me undertake,
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And I'll keep him so,
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My lord? |
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He shall not live. |
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Heat me these irons hot; and look thou stand
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Uncleanly scruples! fear not you: look to't.
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Good morrow, little prince. |
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Indeed, I have been merrier. |
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10 |
[Aside] If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
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[Aside] His words do take possession of my bosom.
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Young boy, I must. |
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And I will. |
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I have sworn to do it;
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Come forth.
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Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here. |
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Go, stand within; let me alone with him. |
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18 |
Come, boy, prepare yourself. |
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None, but to lose your eyes. |
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20 |
Is this your promise? go to, hold your tongue. |
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21 |
I can heat it, boy. |
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22 |
But with my breath I can revive it, boy. |
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23 |
Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eye
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24 |
Peace; no more. Adieu.
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25 |
Silence; no more: go closely in with me:
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My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night;
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Old men and beldams in the streets
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No had, my lord! why, did you not provoke me? |
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29 |
Here is your hand and seal for what I did. |
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30 |
My lord— |
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31 |
Arm you against your other enemies,
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32 |
Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you:
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33 |
I am no villain. |
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34 |
Stand back, Lord Salisbury, stand back, I say;
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35 |
Not for my life: but yet I dare defend
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36 |
Do not prove me so;
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37 |
Lord Bigot, I am none. |
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38 |
'Tis not an hour since I left him well:
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39 |
Do but hear me, sir. |
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40 |
Upon my soul— |
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41 |
If I in act, consent, or sin of thought,
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42 |
Badly, I fear. How fares your majesty? |
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43 |
Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, or I shoot. |
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44 |
Of the part of England. |
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45 |
What's that to thee? why may not I demand
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46 |
Thou hast a perfect thought:
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47 |
Unkind remembrance! thou and eyeless night
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Why, here walk I in the black brow of night,
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49 |
O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night,
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50 |
The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk:
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A monk, I tell you; a resolved villain,
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Why, know you not? the lords are all come back,
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