ISBN: 9781153634496

Excerpt: ...a thousand wrongs; Or if that surly spirit, melancholy, Had bak''d thy blood and made it heavy-thick, Which else runs tickling up and down the veins, Making that idi… Altro …

Excerpt: ...a thousand wrongs; Or if that surly spirit, melancholy, Had bak''d thy blood and made it heavy-thick, Which else runs tickling up and down the veins, Making that idiot, laughter, keep men''s eyes, And strain their cheeks to idle merriment- A passion hateful to my purposes;- Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes, Hear me without thine ears, and make reply Without a tongue, using conceit alone, Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words,- Then, in despite of brooded watchful day, I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts: But, ah, I will not!-yet I love thee well; And, by my troth, I think thou lov''st me well. HUBERT. So well that what you bid me undertake, Though that my death were adjunct to my act, By heaven, I would do it. KING JOHN. Do not I know thou wouldst? Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye On yon young boy: I''ll tell thee what, my friend, He is a very serpent in my way; And wheresoe''er this foot of mine doth tread, He lies before me: dost thou understand me? Thou art his keeper. HUBERT. And I''ll keep him so That he shall not offend your majesty. KING JOHN. Death. HUBERT. My lord? KING JOHN. A grave. HUBERT. He shall not live. KING JOHN. Enough!- I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee; Well, I''ll not say what I intend for thee: Remember.-Madam, fare you well: I''ll send those powers o''er to your majesty. ELINOR. My blessing go with thee! KING JOHN. For England, cousin, go: Hubert shall be your man, attend on you With all true duty.-On toward Calais, ho! Exeunt. SCENE 4. The same. The FRENCH KING''s tent. Enter KING PHILIP, LOUIS, PANDULPH, and Attendants. KING PHILIP. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood A whole armado of convicted sail Is scattered and disjoin''d from fellowship. PANDULPH. Courage and comfort! all shall yet go well. KING PHILIP. What can go well, when we have run so ill. Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost? Arthur ta''en prisoner? divers dear friends slain? And bloody England into England... William Shakespeare, Books, Entertainment, King John Books>Entertainment The book has no illustrations or index. Purchasers are entitled to a free trial membership in the General Books Club where they can select from more than a million books without charge. Subjects: Drama / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh; Drama / Shakespeare; Literary Criticism / Shakespeare;<

ISBN: 9781153634496

Excerpt: ...a thousand wrongs; Or if that surly spirit, melancholy, Had bak''d thy blood and made it heavy-thick, Which else runs tickling up and down the veins, Making that idi… Altro …

Excerpt: ...a thousand wrongs; Or if that surly spirit, melancholy, Had bak''d thy blood and made it heavy-thick, Which else runs tickling up and down the veins, Making that idiot, laughter, keep men''s eyes, And strain their cheeks to idle merriment- A passion hateful to my purposes;- Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes, Hear me without thine ears, and make reply Without a tongue, using conceit alone, Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words,- Then, in despite of brooded watchful day, I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts: But, ah, I will not!-yet I love thee well; And, by my troth, I think thou lov''st me well. HUBERT. So well that what you bid me undertake, Though that my death were adjunct to my act, By heaven, I would do it. KING JOHN. Do not I know thou wouldst? Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye On yon young boy: I''ll tell thee what, my friend, He is a very serpent in my way; And wheresoe''er this foot of mine doth tread, He lies before me: dost thou understand me? Thou art his keeper. HUBERT. And I''ll keep him so That he shall not offend your majesty. KING JOHN. Death. HUBERT. My lord? KING JOHN. A grave. HUBERT. He shall not live. KING JOHN. Enough!- I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee; Well, I''ll not say what I intend for thee: Remember.-Madam, fare you well: I''ll send those powers o''er to your majesty. ELINOR. My blessing go with thee! KING JOHN. For England, cousin, go: Hubert shall be your man, attend on you With all true duty.-On toward Calais, ho! Exeunt. SCENE 4. The same. The FRENCH KING''s tent. Enter KING PHILIP, LOUIS, PANDULPH, and Attendants. KING PHILIP. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood A whole armado of convicted sail Is scattered and disjoin''d from fellowship. PANDULPH. Courage and comfort! all shall yet go well. KING PHILIP. What can go well, when we have run so ill. Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost? Arthur ta''en prisoner? divers dear friends slain? And bloody England into England... William Shakespeare, Books, Entertainment, King John Books>Entertainment, General Books LLC<