Speeches (Lines) for Philip the Bastard
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Your faithful subject I, a gentleman
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Most certain of one mother, mighty king;
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I, madam? no, I have no reason for it;
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I know not why, except to get the land.
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Because he hath a half-face, like my father.
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Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land:
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Of no more force to dispossess me, sir,
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Madam, an if my brother had my shape,
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Brother, take you my land, I'll take my chance.
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Our country manners give our betters way. |
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Philip, my liege, so is my name begun,
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Brother by the mother's side, give me your hand:
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Madam, by chance but not by truth; what though?
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Brother, adieu: good fortune come to thee!
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My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son?
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James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave awhile? |
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Philip! sparrow: James,
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Knight, knight, good mother, Basilisco-like.
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As faithfully as I deny the devil. |
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Now, by this light, were I to get again,
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Hear the crier. |
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One that will play the devil, sir, with you,
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It lies as sightly on the back of him
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Bastards, and else. |
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Some bastards too. |
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Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since
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O tremble, for you hear the lion roar. |
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Speed then, to take advantage of the field. |
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Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers,
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By heaven, these scroyles of Angiers flout you, kings,
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An if thou hast the mettle of a king,
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O prudent discipline! From north to south:
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Here's a stay
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Drawn in the flattering table of her eye!
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Mad world! mad kings! mad composition!
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And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. |
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And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. |
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And hang a calf's-skin on his recreant limbs. |
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Your breeches best may carry them. |
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Hang nothing but a calf's-skin, most sweet lout. |
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Will't not be?
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Old Time the clock-setter, that bald sexton Time,
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Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot;
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My lord, I rescued her;
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Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back,
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But if you be afeard to hear the worst,
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How I have sped among the clergymen,
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The French, my lord; men's mouths are full of it:
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I will seek them out. |
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The spirit of the time shall teach me speed. |
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Once more to-day well met, distemper'd lords!
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Whate'er you think, good words, I think, were best. |
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But there is little reason in your grief;
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'Tis true, to hurt his master, no man else. |
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It is a damned and a bloody work;
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Your sword is bright, sir; put it up again. |
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Keep the peace, I say. |
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Thou wert better gall the devil, Salisbury:
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Here's a good world! Knew you of this fair work?
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Ha! I'll tell thee what;
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If thou didst but consent
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Go, bear him in thine arms.
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All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds out
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They found him dead and cast into the streets,
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So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knew.
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O inglorious league!
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Away, then, with good courage! yet, I know,
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According to the fair play of the world,
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By all the blood that ever fury breathed,
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No, I will speak. |
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Indeed your drums, being beaten, will cry out;
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And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not doubt. |
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A friend. What art thou? |
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Whither dost thou go? |
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Hubert, I think? |
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Who thou wilt: and if thou please,
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Come, come; sans compliment, what news abroad? |
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Brief, then; and what's the news? |
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Show me the very wound of this ill news:
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How did he take it? who did taste to him? |
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Who didst thou leave to tend his majesty? |
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Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven,
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O, I am scalded with my violent motion,
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The Dauphin is preparing hitherward,
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Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind
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He will the rather do it when he sees
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Let it be so: and you, my noble prince,
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Thither shall it then:
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O, let us pay the time but needful woe,
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