The Life and Death of King JohnKing John of England and Phillip, the bastard son of Richard I, are allied against the united powers of France, Brittany Austria, and the Papacy. But the two allies are utterly different men: John is an unscrupulous tyrant, and the Bastard is a witty, somewhat cynical hero, English to the core. In this early history play, the Bastard is played by Michael Maloney and King John, by Michael Feast. Eileen Atkins appears as Constance, the mother of Arthur, Duke of Brittany. Unabridged. |
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Contents
XXXI | 503 |
XXXII | 512 |
XXXIII | 514 |
XXXIV | 519 |
XXXV | 525 |
XXXVI | 527 |
XXXVII | 528 |
XXXVIII | 531 |
XI | 296 |
XII | 333 |
XIII | 351 |
XIV | 360 |
XV | 382 |
XVI | 384 |
XVII | 398 |
XVIII | 405 |
XIX | 431 |
XX | 473 |
XXI | 481 |
XXII | 486 |
XXIV | 491 |
XXV | 494 |
XXVII | 495 |
XXVIII | 496 |
XXIX | 497 |
XXX | 500 |
XXXIX | 532 |
XL | 538 |
XLI | 556 |
XLII | 557 |
XLIII | 567 |
XLIV | 586 |
XLV | 596 |
XLVI | 642 |
XLVII | 655 |
XLVIII | 661 |
XLIX | 669 |
L | 694 |
LI | 708 |
LII | 709 |
LIII | 710 |
LIV | 712 |
LV | 719 |
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Page 298 - God knows, my son, By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways, I met this crown ; and I myself know well How troublesome it sat upon my head : To thee it shall descend with better quiet, Better opinion, better confirmation ; For all the soil of the achievement goes With me into the earth.
Page 551 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury...
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Page 381 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and...
Page 554 - John, Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet: But thou shalt have ; and creep time ne'er so slow, Yet it shall come, for me to do thee good. I had a thing to say, — But let it go : The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds, To give me audience : — If the midnight bell Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth, Sound one unto the drowsy race of night...
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Page 247 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.