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Speeches (Lines) for Prince John
in "Henry IV, Part II"

Total: 26

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# Act, Scene, Line
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1

IV,2,2442

You are well encount'red here, my cousin Mowbray.
Good day to you, gentle Lord Archbishop;...

2

IV,2,2493

YOU are too shallow, Hastings, much to shallow,
To sound the bottom of the after-times.

3

IV,2,2497

I like them all and do allow them well;
And swear here, by the honour of my blood,...

4

IV,2,2510

I give it you, and will maintain my word;
And thereupon I drink unto your Grace.

5

IV,2,2533

The word of peace is rend'red. Hark, how they

6

IV,2,2539

Go, my lord,
And let our army be discharged too....

7

IV,2,2548

I trust, lords, we shall lie to-night together.
[Re-enter WESTMORELAND]...

8

IV,2,2553

They know their duties.

9

IV,2,2566

I pawn'd thee none:
I promis'd you redress of these same grievances...

10

IV,3,2608

The heat is past; follow no further now.
Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland....

11

IV,3,2632

It was more of his courtesy than your deserving.

12

IV,3,2648

Thine's too heavy to mount.

13

IV,3,2650

Thine's too thick to shine.

14

IV,3,2654

Is thy name Colville?

15

IV,3,2656

A famous rebel art thou, Colville.

16

IV,3,2665

Now, have you left pursuit?

17

IV,3,2667

Send Colville, with his confederates,
To York, to present execution....

18

IV,3,2680

Fare you well, Falstaff. I, in my condition,
Shall better speak of you than you deserve.

19

IV,5,3123

Health, peace, and happiness, to my royal father!

20

V,2,3266

Good morrow, cousin Warwick, good morrow.

21

V,2,3268

We meet like men that had forgot to speak.

22

V,2,3271

Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy!

23

V,2,3277

Though no man be assur'd what grace to find,
You stand in coldest expectation....

24

V,5,3697

I like this fair proceeding of the King's.
He hath intent his wonted followers...

25

V,5,3703

The King hath call'd his parliament, my lord.

26

V,5,3705

I will lay odds that, ere this year expire,
We bear our civil swords and native fire...

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