Speeches (Lines) for Pembroke in "History of King John"

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1 IV / 2
  • This 'once again,' but that your highness pleased,
    Was once superfluous: you...
  • This 'once again,' but that your highness pleased,
    Was once superfluous: you were crown'd before,
    And that high royalty was ne'er pluck'd off,
    The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt;
    Fresh expectation troubled not the land
    With any long'd-for change or better state.
  • King John. Here once again we sit, once again crown'd,
    And looked upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes.

    Pembroke. This 'once again,' but that your highness pleased,
    Was once superfluous: you were crown'd before,
    And that high royalty was ne'er pluck'd off,
    The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt;
    Fresh expectation troubled not the land
    With any long'd-for change or better state.

2 IV / 2
  • But that your royal pleasure must be done,
    This act is as an ancient tale ne...
  • But that your royal pleasure must be done,
    This act is as an ancient tale new told,
    And in the last repeating troublesome,
    Being urged at a time unseasonable.
  • Salisbury. Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp,
    To guard a title that was rich before,
    To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
    To throw a perfume on the violet,
    To smooth the ice, or add another hue
    Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
    To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
    Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

    Pembroke. But that your royal pleasure must be done,
    This act is as an ancient tale new told,
    And in the last repeating troublesome,
    Being urged at a time unseasonable.

3 IV / 2
  • When workmen strive to do better than well,
    They do confound their skill in...
  • When workmen strive to do better than well,
    They do confound their skill in covetousness;
    And oftentimes excusing of a fault
    Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse,
    As patches set upon a little breach
    Discredit more in hiding of the fault
    Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.
  • Salisbury. In this the antique and well noted face
    Of plain old form is much disfigured;
    And, like a shifted wind unto a sail,
    It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about,
    Startles and frights consideration,
    Makes sound opinion sick and truth suspected,
    For putting on so new a fashion'd robe.

    Pembroke. When workmen strive to do better than well,
    They do confound their skill in covetousness;
    And oftentimes excusing of a fault
    Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse,
    As patches set upon a little breach
    Discredit more in hiding of the fault
    Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.

4 IV / 2
  • Then I, as one that am the tongue of these,
    To sound the purpose of all thei...
  • Then I, as one that am the tongue of these,
    To sound the purpose of all their hearts,
    Both for myself and them, but, chief of all,
    Your safety, for the which myself and them
    Bend their best studies, heartily request
    The enfranchisement of Arthur; whose restraint
    Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent
    To break into this dangerous argument,--
    If what in rest you have in right you hold,
    Why then your fears, which, as they say, attend
    The steps of wrong, should move you to mew up
    Your tender kinsman and to choke his days
    With barbarous ignorance and deny his youth
    The rich advantage of good exercise?
    That the time's enemies may not have this
    To grace occasions, let it be our suit
    That you have bid us ask his liberty;
    Which for our goods we do no further ask
    Than whereupon our weal, on you depending,
    Counts it your weal he have his liberty.
  • King John. Some reasons of this double coronation
    I have possess'd you with and think them strong;
    And more, more strong, then lesser is my fear,
    I shall indue you with: meantime but ask
    What you would have reform'd that is not well,
    And well shall you perceive how willingly
    I will both hear and grant you your requests.

    Pembroke. Then I, as one that am the tongue of these,
    To sound the purpose of all their hearts,
    Both for myself and them, but, chief of all,
    Your safety, for the which myself and them
    Bend their best studies, heartily request
    The enfranchisement of Arthur; whose restraint
    Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent
    To break into this dangerous argument,--
    If what in rest you have in right you hold,
    Why then your fears, which, as they say, attend
    The steps of wrong, should move you to mew up
    Your tender kinsman and to choke his days
    With barbarous ignorance and deny his youth
    The rich advantage of good exercise?
    That the time's enemies may not have this
    To grace occasions, let it be our suit
    That you have bid us ask his liberty;
    Which for our goods we do no further ask
    Than whereupon our weal, on you depending,
    Counts it your weal he have his liberty.

5 IV / 2
  • This is the man should do the bloody deed;
    He show'd his warrant to a friend...
  • This is the man should do the bloody deed;
    He show'd his warrant to a friend of mine:
    The image of a wicked heinous fault
    Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his
    Does show the mood of a much troubled breast;
    And I do fearfully believe 'tis done,
    What we so fear'd he had a charge to do.
  • King John. Let it be so: I do commit his youth
    To your direction. Hubert, what news with you?

    Pembroke. This is the man should do the bloody deed;
    He show'd his warrant to a friend of mine:
    The image of a wicked heinous fault
    Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his
    Does show the mood of a much troubled breast;
    And I do fearfully believe 'tis done,
    What we so fear'd he had a charge to do.

6 IV / 2
  • And when it breaks, I fear will issue thence
    The foul corruption of a sweet...
  • And when it breaks, I fear will issue thence
    The foul corruption of a sweet child's death.
  • Salisbury. The colour of the king doth come and go
    Between his purpose and his conscience,
    Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set:
    His passion is so ripe, it needs must break.

    Pembroke. And when it breaks, I fear will issue thence
    The foul corruption of a sweet child's death.

7 IV / 2
  • Indeed we heard how near his death he was
    Before the child himself felt he w...
  • Indeed we heard how near his death he was
    Before the child himself felt he was sick:
    This must be answer'd either here or hence.
  • Salisbury. Indeed we fear'd his sickness was past cure.

    Pembroke. Indeed we heard how near his death he was
    Before the child himself felt he was sick:
    This must be answer'd either here or hence.

8 IV / 2
  • Stay yet, Lord Salisbury; I'll go with thee,
    And find the inheritance of thi...
  • Stay yet, Lord Salisbury; I'll go with thee,
    And find the inheritance of this poor child,
    His little kingdom of a forced grave.
    That blood which owed the breadth of all this isle,
    Three foot of it doth hold: bad world the while!
    This must not be thus borne: this will break out
    To all our sorrows, and ere long I doubt.
  • Salisbury. It is apparent foul play; and 'tis shame
    That greatness should so grossly offer it:
    So thrive it in your game! and so, farewell.

    Pembroke. Stay yet, Lord Salisbury; I'll go with thee,
    And find the inheritance of this poor child,
    His little kingdom of a forced grave.
    That blood which owed the breadth of all this isle,
    Three foot of it doth hold: bad world the while!
    This must not be thus borne: this will break out
    To all our sorrows, and ere long I doubt.

9 IV / 3
  • Who brought that letter from the cardinal?
  • Who brought that letter from the cardinal?
  • Salisbury. Lords, I will meet him at Saint Edmundsbury:
    It is our safety, and we must embrace
    This gentle offer of the perilous time.

    Pembroke. Who brought that letter from the cardinal?

10 IV / 3
  • Sir, sir, impatience hath his privilege.
  • Sir, sir, impatience hath his privilege.
  • Philip the Bastard. But there is little reason in your grief;
    Therefore 'twere reason you had manners now.

    Pembroke. Sir, sir, impatience hath his privilege.

11 IV / 3
  • O death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!
    The earth had not a hole...
  • O death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!
    The earth had not a hole to hide this deed.
  • Salisbury. This is the prison. What is he lies here?

    Pembroke. O death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!
    The earth had not a hole to hide this deed.

12 IV / 3
  • All murders past do stand excused in this:
    And this, so sole and so unmatcha...
  • All murders past do stand excused in this:
    And this, so sole and so unmatchable,
    Shall give a holiness, a purity,
    To the yet unbegotten sin of times;
    And prove a deadly bloodshed but a jest,
    Exampled by this heinous spectacle.
  • Salisbury. Sir Richard, what think you? have you beheld,
    Or have you read or heard? or could you think?
    Or do you almost think, although you see,
    That you do see? could thought, without this object,
    Form such another? This is the very top,
    The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest,
    Of murder's arms: this is the bloodiest shame,
    The wildest savagery, the vilest stroke,
    That ever wall-eyed wrath or staring rage
    Presented to the tears of soft remorse.

    Pembroke. All murders past do stand excused in this:
    And this, so sole and so unmatchable,
    Shall give a holiness, a purity,
    To the yet unbegotten sin of times;
    And prove a deadly bloodshed but a jest,
    Exampled by this heinous spectacle.

13 IV / 3
  • [with Bigot] Our souls religiously confirm thy words.
  • [with Bigot] Our souls religiously confirm thy words.
  • Salisbury. If that it be the work of any hand!
    We had a kind of light what would ensue:
    It is the shameful work of Hubert's hand;
    The practise and the purpose of the king:
    From whose obedience I forbid my soul,
    Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life,
    And breathing to his breathless excellence
    The incense of a vow, a holy vow,
    Never to taste the pleasures of the world,
    Never to be infected with delight,
    Nor conversant with ease and idleness,
    Till I have set a glory to this hand,
    By giving it the worship of revenge.

    Pembroke. [with Bigot] Our souls religiously confirm thy words.

14 IV / 3
  • Cut him to pieces.
  • Cut him to pieces.
  • Hubert de Burgh. Do not prove me so;
    Yet I am none: whose tongue soe'er speaks false,
    Not truly speaks; who speaks not truly, lies.

    Pembroke. Cut him to pieces.

15 IV / 3
  • There tell the king he may inquire us out.
  • There tell the king he may inquire us out.
  • Lord Bigot. Away toward Bury, to the Dauphin there!

    Pembroke. There tell the king he may inquire us out.

16 V / 4
  • Up once again; put spirit in the French:
    If they miscarry, we miscarry too.
  • Up once again; put spirit in the French:
    If they miscarry, we miscarry too.
  • Salisbury. I did not think the king so stored with friends.

    Pembroke. Up once again; put spirit in the French:
    If they miscarry, we miscarry too.

17 V / 4
  • They say King John sore sick hath left the field.
  • They say King John sore sick hath left the field.
  • Salisbury. That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge,
    In spite of spite, alone upholds the day.

    Pembroke. They say King John sore sick hath left the field.

18 V / 4
  • It is the Count Melun.
  • It is the Count Melun.
  • Salisbury. When we were happy we had other names.

    Pembroke. It is the Count Melun.

19 V / 7
  • His highness yet doth speak, and holds belief
    That, being brought into the o...
  • His highness yet doth speak, and holds belief
    That, being brought into the open air,
    It would allay the burning quality
    Of that fell poison which assaileth him.
  • Prince Henry. It is too late: the life of all his blood
    Is touch'd corruptibly, and his pure brain,
    Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling-house,
    Doth by the idle comments that it makes
    Foretell the ending of mortality.

    Pembroke. His highness yet doth speak, and holds belief
    That, being brought into the open air,
    It would allay the burning quality
    Of that fell poison which assaileth him.

20 V / 7
  • He is more patient
    Than when you left him; even now he sung.
  • He is more patient
    Than when you left him; even now he sung.
  • Prince Henry. Let him be brought into the orchard here.
    Doth he still rage?

    Pembroke. He is more patient
    Than when you left him; even now he sung.

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