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King John
[II, 1] |
Lewis |
291 |
Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.
Arthur, that great forerunner of thy blood,
Richard, that robb'd the lion of his heart
And fought the holy wars in Palestine,
By this brave duke came early to his grave:
And for amends to his posterity,
At our importance hither is he come,
To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf,
And to rebuke the usurpation
Of thy unnatural uncle, English John:
Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.
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King John
[II, 1] |
Arthur |
461 |
Good my mother, peace!
I would that I were low laid in my grave:
I am not worth this coil that's made for me.
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3 |
King John
[III, 3] |
King John |
1370 |
A grave.
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King John
[III, 4] |
King Phillip |
1398 |
Well could I bear that England had this praise,
So we could find some pattern of our shame.
[Enter CONSTANCE]
Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul;
Holding the eternal spirit against her will,
In the vile prison of afflicted breath.
I prithee, lady, go away with me.
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5 |
King John
[IV, 2] |
Pembroke |
1825 |
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.
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King John
[IV, 2] |
Philip the Bastard |
1898 |
The French, my lord; men's mouths are full of it:
Besides, I met Lord Bigot and Lord Salisbury,
With eyes as red as new-enkindled fire,
And others more, going to seek the grave
Of Arthur, who they say is kill'd to-night
On your suggestion.
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King John
[IV, 3] |
Lord Bigot |
2059 |
Or, when he doom'd this beauty to a grave,
Found it too precious-princely for a grave.
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