Bastard Monologue from King John

From King John by William Shakespeare

male · defiant · 50 sec

Here’s a stay That shakes the rotten carcass of old Death Out of his rags! Here’s a large mouth indeed, That spits forth death and mountains, rocks and seas; Talks as familiarly of roaring lions As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! 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 cudgell’d; not a word of his But buffets better than a fist of France. Zounds! I was never so bethump’d with words Since I first call’d my brother’s father dad.

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