Rebellion, flat rebellion!

Do so, King Philip; hang no more in doubt.

Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs, Because--

King Philip, listen to the cardinal.

Thou darest not say so, villain, for thy life.

O, that a man should speak those words to me!

Lady Constance, peace!

And your lips too; for I am well assured
That I did so when I was first assured.

I from the north.

Peace! no more.

What craker is this same that deafs our ears
With this abundance of superfluous breath?

What the devil art thou?

Peace!

By how much unexpected, by so much
We must awake endavour for defence;
For courage mounteth with occasion:
Let them be welcome then: we are prepared.

The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords
In such a just and charitable war.

Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss,
As seal to this indenture of my love,
That to my home I will no more return,
Till Angiers and the right thou hast in France,
Together with that pale, that white-faced shore,
Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides ...