Speeches (Lines) for Hubert de Burgh
in "King John"

Total: 52

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1

III,3,1330

I am much bounden to your majesty.

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.

3

III,3,1366

And I'll keep him so,
That he shall not offend your majesty.

4

III,3,1369

My lord?

5

III,3,1371

He shall not live.

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.

7

IV,1,1580

Uncleanly scruples! fear not you: look to't.
[Exeunt Executioners]
Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.

8

IV,1,1585

Good morrow, little prince.

9

IV,1,1588

Indeed, I have been merrier.

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.

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?

12

IV,1,1620

Young boy, I must.

13

IV,1,1622

And I will.

14

IV,1,1641

I have sworn to do it;
And with hot irons must I burn them out.

15

IV,1,1654

Come forth.
[Stamps]
[Re-enter Executioners, with a cord, irons, &c]
Do as I bid you do.

16

IV,1,1660

Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.

17

IV,1,1670

Go, stand within; let me alone with him.

18

IV,1,1677

Come, boy, prepare yourself.

19

IV,1,1679

None, but to lose your eyes.

20

IV,1,1685

Is this your promise? go to, hold your tongue.

21

IV,1,1694

I can heat it, boy.

22

IV,1,1701

But with my breath I can revive it, boy.

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.

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.

25

IV,1,1724

Silence; no more: go closely in with me:
Much danger do I undergo for thee.

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.

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.

28

IV,2,1951

No had, my lord! why, did you not provoke me?

29

IV,2,1959

Here is your hand and seal for what I did.

30

IV,2,1974

My lord—

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.

32

IV,3,2095

Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you:
Arthur doth live; the king hath sent for you.

33

IV,3,2099

I am no villain.

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.

35

IV,3,2111

Not for my life: but yet I dare defend
My innocent life against an emperor.

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.

37

IV,3,2128

Lord Bigot, I am none.

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.

39

IV,3,2147

Do but hear me, sir.

40

IV,3,2153

Upon my soul—

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.

42

V,3,2468

Badly, I fear. How fares your majesty?

43

V,6,2578

Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, or I shoot.

44

V,6,2580

Of the part of England.

45

V,6,2582

What's that to thee? why may not I demand
Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine?

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?

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.

48

V,6,2597

Why, here walk I in the black brow of night,
To find you out.

49

V,6,2600

O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night,
Black, fearful, comfortless and horrible.

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.

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.

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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