Speeches (Lines) for Arthur
in "King John"
Total: 23

1

II,1,302

God shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's death
The rather that you give his offspring life,...

2

II,1,461

Good my mother, peace!
I would that I were low laid in my grave:...

3

III,1,957

I do beseech you, madam, be content.

4

III,3,1303

O, this will make my mother die with grief!

5

IV,1,1584

Good morrow, Hubert.

6

IV,1,1586

As little prince, having so great a title
To be more prince, as may be. You are sad.

7

IV,1,1589

Mercy on me!
Methinks no body should be sad but I:...

8

IV,1,1605

Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day:
In sooth, I would you were a little sick,...

9

IV,1,1618

Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect:
Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes?

10

IV,1,1621

And will you?

11

IV,1,1623

Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,
I knit my handercher about your brows,...

12

IV,1,1643

Ah, none but in this iron age would do it!
The iron of itself, though heat red-hot,...

13

IV,1,1658

O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are out
Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men.

14

IV,1,1661

Alas, what need you be so boisterous-rough?
I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still....

15

IV,1,1673

Alas, I then have chid away my friend!
He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart:...

16

IV,1,1678

Is there no remedy?

17

IV,1,1680

O heaven, that there were but a mote in yours,
A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair,...

18

IV,1,1686

Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues
Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes:...

19

IV,1,1695

No, in good sooth: the fire is dead with grief,
Being create for comfort, to be used...

20

IV,1,1702

An if you do, you will but make it blush
And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert:...

21

IV,1,1715

O, now you look like Hubert! all this while
You were disguised.

22

IV,1,1723

O heaven! I thank you, Hubert.

23

IV,3,2016

The wall is high, and yet will I leap down:
Good ground, be pitiful and hurt me not!...