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

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1 IV / 2
  • You are well encount'red here, my cousin Mowbray.
    Good day to you, gentle Lo...
  • 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.
  • Archbishop Scroop. Before, and greet his Grace. My lord, we come.

    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.

2 IV / 2
  • YOU are too shallow, Hastings, much to shallow,
    To sound the bottom of the a...
  • YOU are too shallow, Hastings, much to shallow,
    To sound the bottom of the after-times.
  • 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.

3 IV / 2
  • I like them all and do allow them well;
    And swear here, by the honour of my...
  • 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.
  • 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.

4 IV / 2
  • I give it you, and will maintain my word;
    And thereupon I drink unto your Gr...
  • I give it you, and will maintain my word;
    And thereupon I drink unto your Grace.
  • 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.

5 IV / 2
  • The word of peace is rend'red. Hark, how they
  • The word of peace is rend'red. Hark, how they
  • Lord Mowbray. So much the worse, if your own rule be true.

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

6 IV / 2
  • Go, my lord,
    And let our army be discharged too.
    [Exit WESTMORELAND]
  • Go, my lord,
    And let our army be discharged too.
    [Exit WESTMORELAND]
    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.
  • 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.
    [Exit WESTMORELAND]
    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.

7 IV / 2
  • I trust, lords, we shall lie to-night together.
    [Re-enter WESTMORELAND]
    ...
  • I trust, lords, we shall lie to-night together.
    [Re-enter WESTMORELAND]
    Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?
  • Archbishop Scroop. Go, good Lord Hastings,
    And, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by.

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

8 IV / 2
  • They know their duties.
  • They know their duties.
  • 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.

9 IV / 2
  • I pawn'd thee none:
    I promis'd you redress of these same grievances
    Wher...
  • 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
  • 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

10 IV / 3
  • The heat is past; follow no further now.
    Call in the powers, good cousin Wes...
  • The heat is past; follow no further now.
    Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland.
    [Exit 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 have a whole school of tongues in this belly of
    and not a tongue of them all speaks any other word but my
    An I had but a belly of any indifferency, I were simply the
    active fellow in Europe. My womb, my womb, my womb undoes me.
    Here comes our general.

    Prince John. The heat is past; follow no further now.
    Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland.
    [Exit 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.

11 IV / 3
  • It was more of his courtesy than your deserving.
  • It was more of his courtesy than your deserving.
  • 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.

12 IV / 3
  • Thine's too heavy to mount.
  • Thine's too heavy to mount.
  • 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.

13 IV / 3
  • Thine's too thick to shine.
  • Thine's too thick to shine.
  • Falstaff. Let it shine, then.

    Prince John. Thine's too thick to shine.

14 IV / 3
  • Is thy name Colville?
  • Is thy name Colville?
  • Falstaff. Let it do something, my good lord, that may do me
    and call it what you will.

    Prince John. Is thy name Colville?

15 IV / 3
  • A famous rebel art thou, Colville.
  • A famous rebel art thou, Colville.
  • Sir John Colville. It is, my lord.

    Prince John. A famous rebel art thou, Colville.

16 IV / 3
  • Now, have you left pursuit?
  • Now, have you left pursuit?
  • Falstaff. I know not how they sold themselves; but thou, like a
    kind fellow, gavest thyself away gratis; and I thank thee for
    thee.

    Prince John. Now, have you left pursuit?

17 IV / 3
  • Send Colville, with his confederates,
    To York, to present execution.
    Blu...
  • 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.
  • 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.

18 IV / 3
  • Fare you well, Falstaff. I, in my condition,
    Shall better speak of you than...
  • Fare you well, Falstaff. I, in my condition,
    Shall better speak of you than you deserve.
  • 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.

19 IV / 5
  • Health, peace, and happiness, to my royal father!
  • Health, peace, and happiness, to my royal father!
  • Henry IV. Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster.

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

20 V / 2
  • Good morrow, cousin Warwick, good morrow.
  • Good morrow, cousin Warwick, good morrow.
  • Lord Chief Justice. O God, I fear all will be overturn'd.

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

21 V / 2
  • We meet like men that had forgot to speak.
  • We meet like men that had forgot to speak.
  • Prince Humphrey. [with CLARENCE:] Good morrow, cousin.

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

22 V / 2
  • Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy!
  • Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy!
  • 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!

23 V / 2
  • Though no man be assur'd what grace to find,
    You stand in coldest expectatio...
  • Though no man be assur'd what grace to find,
    You stand in coldest expectation.
    I am the sorrier; would 'twere otherwise.
  • 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.

24 V / 5
  • I like this fair proceeding of the King's.
    He hath intent his wonted followe...
  • 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.
  • Pistol. Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta.

    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.

25 V / 5
  • The King hath call'd his parliament, my lord.
  • The King hath call'd his parliament, my lord.
  • Lord Chief Justice. And so they are.

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

26 V / 5
  • I will lay odds that, ere this year expire,
    We bear our civil swords and nat...
  • 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
  • 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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