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

Total: 26

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(stage directions). Enter, from one side, MOWBRAY, attended; afterwards, the ARCHBISHOP, HASTINGS, and others; from the other side, PRINCE JOHN of LANCASTER, WESTMORELAND, OFFICERS, and others

Prince John. You are well encount'red here, my cousin Mowbray.
Good day to you, gentle Lord Archbishop;
And so to you, Lord Hastings, and to all.
My Lord of York, it better show'd with you
When that your flock, assembled by the bell,
Encircled you to hear with reverence
Your exposition on the holy text
Than now to see you here an iron man,
Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum,
Turning the word to sword, and life to death.
That man that sits within a monarch's heart
And ripens in the sunshine of his favour,
Would he abuse the countenance of the king,
Alack, what mischiefs might he set abroach
In shadow of such greatness! With you, Lord Bishop,
It is even so. Who hath not heard it spoken
How deep you were within the books of God?
To us the speaker in His parliament,
To us th' imagin'd voice of God himself,
The very opener and intelligencer
Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven,
And our dull workings. O, who shall believe
But you misuse the reverence of your place,
Employ the countenance and grace of heav'n
As a false favourite doth his prince's name,
In deeds dishonourable? You have ta'en up,
Under the counterfeited zeal of God,
The subjects of His substitute, my father,
And both against the peace of heaven and him
Have here up-swarm'd them.



Lord Hastings. And though we here fall down,
We have supplies to second our attempt.
If they miscarry, theirs shall second them;
And so success of mischief shall be born,
And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up
Whiles England shall have generation.

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



Earl of Westmoreland. Pleaseth your Grace to answer them directly
How far forth you do like their articles.

Prince John. I like them all and do allow them well;
And swear here, by the honour of my blood,
My father's purposes have been mistook;
And some about him have too lavishly
Wrested his meaning and authority.
My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd;
Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please you,
Discharge your powers unto their several counties,
As we will ours; and here, between the armies,
Let's drink together friendly and embrace,
That all their eyes may bear those tokens home
Of our restored love and amity.



Archbishop Scroop. I take your princely word for these redresses.

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



(stage directions). [Shouts within]

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



Archbishop Scroop. A peace is of the nature of a conquest;
For then both parties nobly are subdu'd,
And neither party loser.

Prince John. Go, my lord,
And let our army be discharged too.
And, good my lord, so please you let our trains
March by us, that we may peruse the men
We should have cop'd withal.



(stage directions). Exit HASTINGS

Prince John. I trust, lords, we shall lie to-night together.
Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?



Earl of Westmoreland. The leaders, having charge from you to stand,
Will not go off until they hear you speak.

Prince John. They know their duties.



Archbishop Scroop. Will you thus break your faith?

Prince John. I pawn'd thee none:
I promis'd you redress of these same grievances
Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honour,
I will perform with a most Christian care.
But for you, rebels—look to taste the due
Meet for rebellion and such acts as yours.
Most shallowly did you these arms commence,
Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence.
Strike up our drums, pursue the scatt'red stray.
God, and not we, hath safely fought to-day.
Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
Treason's true bed and yielder-up of breath. Exeunt



(stage directions). Enter PRINCE JOHN OF LANCASTER, WESTMORELAND, BLUNT, and others

Prince John. The heat is past; follow no further now.
Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland.
Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while?
When everything is ended, then you come.
These tardy tricks of yours will, on my life,
One time or other break some gallows' back.



Falstaff. I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be thus: I
knew yet but rebuke and check was the reward of valour. Do
think me a swallow, an arrow, or a bullet? Have I, in my poor
old motion, the expedition of thought? I have speeded hither
the very extremest inch of possibility; I have found'red nine
score and odd posts; and here, travel tainted as I am, have,
my pure and immaculate valour, taken Sir John Colville of the
Dale,a most furious knight and valorous enemy. But what of
He saw me, and yielded; that I may justly say with the
fellow of Rome-I came, saw, and overcame.

Prince John. It was more of his courtesy than your deserving.



Falstaff. I know not. Here he is, and here I yield him; and I
beseech your Grace, let it be book'd with the rest of this
deeds; or, by the Lord, I will have it in a particular ballad
else, with mine own picture on the top on't, Colville kissing
foot; to the which course if I be enforc'd, if you do not all
show like gilt twopences to me, and I, in the clear sky of
o'ershine you as much as the full moon doth the cinders of
element, which show like pins' heads to her, believe not the
of the noble. Therefore let me have right, and let desert

Prince John. Thine's too heavy to mount.



Falstaff. Let it shine, then.

Prince John. Thine's too thick to shine.



Falstaff. Let it do something, my good lord, that may do me
and call it what you will.

Prince John. Is thy name Colville?



Sir John Colville. It is, my lord.

Prince John. A famous rebel art thou, Colville.



(stage directions). Re-enter WESTMORELAND

Prince John. Now, have you left pursuit?



Earl of Westmoreland. Retreat is made, and execution stay'd.

Prince John. Send Colville, with his confederates,
To York, to present execution.
Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him sure.
[Exeunt BLUNT and others]
And now dispatch we toward the court, my lords.
I hear the King my father is sore sick.
Our news shall go before us to his Majesty,
Which, cousin, you shall bear to comfort him
And we with sober speed will follow you.



Falstaff. My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to go through
Gloucestershire; and, when you come to court, stand my good
pray, in your good report.

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



Henry IV. Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster.

Prince John. Health, peace, and happiness, to my royal father!



Lord Chief Justice. O God, I fear all will be overturn'd.

Prince John. Good morrow, cousin Warwick, good morrow.



Prince Humphrey. [with CLARENCE:] Good morrow, cousin.

Prince John. We meet like men that had forgot to speak.



Earl of Warwick. We do remember; but our argument
Is all too heavy to admit much talk.

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



Prince Humphrey. O, good my lord, you have lost a friend
And I dare swear you borrow not that face
Of seeming sorrow—it is sure your own.

Prince John. Though no man be assur'd what grace to find,
You stand in coldest expectation.
I am the sorrier; would 'twere otherwise.



(stage directions). Exeunt all but PRINCE JOHN and the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Prince John. I like this fair proceeding of the King's.
He hath intent his wonted followers
Shall all be very well provided for;
But all are banish'd till their conversations
Appear more wise and modest to the world.



Lord Chief Justice. And so they are.

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



Lord Chief Justice. He hath.

Prince John. I will lay odds that, ere this year expire,
We bear our civil swords and native fire
As far as France. I heard a bird so sing,
Whose music, to my thinking, pleas'd the King.
Come, will you hence? Exeunt

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