King John - Results found: 58
Here’s a large Mouth indeed, that spits
forth death, and mountains, and rocks, and seas – talks as familiarly of roaring Lions As
maids of thirteen
do of puppy -dogs. What cannonier begot this lusty
blood? He
speaks plain cannon fire, & smoke
and bounce he gives the Bastinado with his tongue. Others are cudgel'd.
--not a word of his, but buffets
better than a fist of France: - I was never so
bethumped with words.
By Bastard,
in King John (TLN773-779),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 81
whose armour Conscience buckled on, Whom zeal and charity brought to the field, as Gods own soldier –
With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil That Broker, that still breaks the pate of faith, That daily break-vow, he that wins of all, Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids Who, having no external thing to lose, But the word maid, cheats the poor maid of that That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling Commodity. Commodity, the bias of the world The world, who of itself is peised well, Made to run even upon even ground, Till this advantage, this vile-drawing bias, This sway of motion, this Commodity, Makes it take head from all indifferency, From all direction, purpose, course, intent. And this same bias, this Commodity, This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word, Clapped on the outward eye of fickle France, Hath drawn him from his own determined aid
By Bastard,
in King John (TLN885-905),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 82
Death, Death ô amiable, lovely Death,
thou hate &
terror to propserity, , And I will kiss thy bones, I’ll put
my eyeballs in thy vaulty Brows, & ring
these fingers
with thy household worms – Come grin on me, & I
will think thou smil’st & buss thee as thy Wife—
By Constance,
in King John (TLN1408-1418),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 82
French King at Angiers
in King John p. 5
For this downtrodden Equity, we tread In warlike march, these greens before your town Being no further Enemy to you Than the constraint of hospitable Zeal In the releif of this oppressed child Religiously provokes.
By King Philip,
in King John (TLN547-552),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 3v
Description of King Johns Expedition into France p. 4 K. John.
With them a Bastard of the King deceasec And all the unsettled Humours of the Land Rash inconsiderate fiery volunteers With ladies faces and fierce Dragons spleens Have sold their fortunes at their native homes Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs To make hazard of new fortunes here In brief a braver choice of dauntless spirits Then now the English bottoms have waft ore Did nearer float upon the swelling Tide, To do offense and scathe in Christendom The interruption of their Churlish drums Cuts off more circumstance they are at hand,
&c
By Chatilllon,
in King John (TLN359-371),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 7v
What Cannoneer begot this lusty blood He speaks plain cannon fire and smoke and bounce He gives the bastinado with his tongue Our ears are cudgelled, not a word of his but buffets better than the fist of France: Zounds I was never so bethumped with words
By Bastard,
in King John (TLN777-183),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 8r
Of Interest
p. 8
Bastard
And why rail I on this commodity? But for because he hath not wooed me yet: Not that I have the power to clutch my hand, When his fair Angels would salute my Palm But for my hand as unattempted yet Like a poor beggar raileth on the Rich Well whiles I am a beggar I will rail And say there is no Sin but to be Rich: And being rich my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but Beggary:
By Bastard,
in King John (TLN908-917),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 8v
Constance to her son Arthur upon the French peace with John
Of Natures gifts thou mayest with Lillies boast, And with the half-blown rose --- But Fortune She is corrupted changed & won from thee She adulterates hourly with thine Uncle John, And with her golden hand hath plucked on France
By Constance,
in King John (TLN974-978),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 8v
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side Thou Fortunes Champion that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety: thou What a fool art
Thou A ramping fool to brag and stamp & swear Upon my party: thou cold blooded slave Hast thou not spoke like Thunder on my side Been sworn my Soldier bidding me depend Upon thy stars, thy fortune and thy Strength
By Constance,
in King John (TLN1044-1052),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 10r
See King Johns complexity in
breaking Arthurs death to Hubert
Come Hither Hubert O my Gentle Hubert We owe thee much within this wall of Flesh There is a Soul counts thee her Creditor And with advantage means to pay thy Love Give me thy hand I had a thing to say But I will fit it with some better tune By heaven Hubert I am almost ashamed To say what good respect I have of thee
By King John,
in King John (TLN1318-1346),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 10r
the concern of a fond mother for her son Constance
for Arthur p. 12 King John
Father Cardinal I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in Heaven If that be true I shall see my boy again For since the birth of Cain, the first male Child To him that did but yesterday suspire There was not such a gracious creature born. But now will Canker sorrow eat my Bud And chase the native beauty from his Cheek And he will look as hollow as a Ghost As dim and meager and as an ague s fit And so he'll die; and rising so again When I shall meet him in the Court of Heaven I shall not know him: therefore never never Must I behold my pretty Arthur more Grief fills the room up of my absent Child. Lies in his bed walks up and down with me Puts on his pretty looks repeats his words Remembers me of all his gracious parts Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form
By Constance,
in King John (TLN1461-1481),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 11
A wish for Death by Constance p. 12. +
Death Death o amiable lovely Death Thou odoriferous stench sound rottenness Arise forth from the couch of lasting Night Thou hate and terror to prosperity And I will kiss thy detestable bones And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows And ring these fingers with thy household worms And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust And be a carrion monster like thyself: Come grin on me, and I will think thou smilest And buss thee as thy Wife.
By Constance,
in King John (TLN1408-1418),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 11v
No natural exhalation in the sky No Scope of Nature no distempered day No common wind, no customed event, But they will pluck away his natural cause And call them meteors prodigies and signs Abortives Presages and Tongues of Heaven, Plainly denouncing Vengeance upon John.
By Pandulpho,
in King John (TLN1538-1544),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 11v
natural speech of a Child – p. 13
Mercy on me Methinks no body should be sad but I Yet I remember when I was in France Young gentlemen would be as sad as night
Only for wantonness: by my Christendom, So I were out of Prison and kept Sheep I should be as merry as the day is long And so I would be here but that I doubt My Uncle practices more harm against me
He is
By Arthur,
in King John (TLN1585-1593),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12r
Have you the heart? When your head did but ache I knit my handkerchief about your brows (The best I had a Princes wrought it me) And I did never ask it you again: And with my hand at Midnight held your head And like the watchful minutes to the hour Still and anon cheered up the heavy time Saying what lack you and where lies your grief
By Arthur,
in King John (TLN1616-1624),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v
The Guilt of All Looks
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done! Hads’t not thou been by A fellow by the hand of nature marked Quoted and signed to do a deed of Shame, This murder had not come into my mind But taking note of thy abhorred aspect Finding thee fit for bloody villany Apt liable to be employed in Danger I faintly broke with thee of Arthurs Death
By King John,
in King John (TLN1944-1952),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v
p. 18 against showing fear
Let not the world see fear and sad Distrust Govern the motion of a Kingly eye: Be stirring as the Time be Fire with Fire Threaten the Threatener and outface the brow Of Bragging Horror: So shall inferior eyes That borrow their behaviours from the Great Grow great by your Example and put on The dauntless spirit of Resolution ----
By Bastard,
in King John (TLN2214-2221),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v
John poisoned 22
And none of you will bid the winter come To thrust his icy fingers in my maw Nor let my kingdoms Rivers take their courses Through my burned bosom: nor intreat the North To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips And comfort me with Cold
By King John,
in King John (TLN2644-2649),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v