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Rebellion: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

Hear me more plainly. I have in equal balance justly weigh'd, What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer. And find our griefs heavier than our offences. We see which way the stream of time doth run, And are enforc'd from our most quiet sphere By the rough torrent of occasion: And have the summary of all our griefs, When time shall serve, to show in articles: Which, long ere this, we offer'd to the king; And might by no suit gain our audience: When we are wrong'd, and would unfold our griefs, We are denied access unto his person, Even by those men who most have done us wrong. The dangers of the days but newly gone, (Whose memory is written on the earth With yet-appearing blood,) and the examples Of every minute's instance, (present now,) Have put us in these ill-beseeming arms: Not to break peace, or any branch of it; But to establish here a peace indeed, Concurring both in name and quality.— H. IV. PT. II. iv. 1

Now let it work: Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt.— J. C. iii. 2

If that rebellion Came like itself, in base and abject routs, Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rage, And countenanc'd by boys, and beggary; You, reverend father, and these noble lords, Had not been here, to dress the ugly form Of base and bloody insurrection..— H. IV. PT. II. iv. 1

O pity, God, this miserable age!- What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly, Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural,— H. VI. PT. III. ii. 5.

This deadly quarrel daily doth beget. But now the Bishop Turns insurrection to religion: Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts, He's follow'd both with body and with mind. H. IV. PT. IL L. L What rein can hold licentious wickedness, When down the hill he holds his fierce career? We may as bootless spend our vain command Upon th' enraged soldiers in their spoil, As send precepts to the Leviathan— H. V. iii. 3

To come ashore. You, lord Archbishop, - Whose see is by a civil peace maintain'd; Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd; Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor'd; Whose white investments figure innocence, The dove and very blessed spirit of peace, - Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself, Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace, Into the harsh and boist'rous tongue of war? Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood, Your pens to lances: and your tongue divine To a loud trumpet, and a point of war? H. IV. PT. II. iv. 1 The rebels are in Southwark; Fly, my lord! Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer, Descended from the Duke of Clarence' house, And calls your grace usurper, openly, And vows to crown himself in Westminster. His army is a ragged multitude Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless: Sir Humphrey Stafford, and his brothers' death, Hath given them heart and courage to proceed : All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen, They call-false caterpillars, and intend their death.— H. VI. PT. II. iv. 1

Noble English, you are bought and sold; Unthread the rude eye of rebellion, And welcome home again discarded faith.— K.J. v 4

All the regions Do smilingly revolt; and, who resist, Are only mock'd for valiant ignorance, And perish constant fools. My lord, your son had only but the corps, But shadows, and the shows of men, to fight: For that same word, rebellion, did divide The action of their bodies from their souls; And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd As men drink potions; that their weapons only Seem'd on our side, but for their spirits and souls, This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, As fish are in a pond.— H. IV. PT. II. i. 1.

Suffer it, and live with such as cannot rule, Nor ever will be rul'd.— C. iii. 1.

Wherefore do I this? so the question stands. Briefly to this end: - We are all diseas'd; And with our surfeiting, and wanton hours, Have brought ourselves into a burning fever, And we must bleed for it: of which disease, Our late king, Richard, being infected, died.— H. IV. PT. II. iv. 1.

You may as well Strike at the heaven with your staves, as lift them Against the Roman state; whose course will on The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs Of more strong link asunder, than can ever Appear in your impediment.— C. i. 1.

No kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known: riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none.— T. ii. 1.

Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, That would reduce these bloody days again, And make poor England weep in streams of blood.— R. III. v. 4.