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Shall Lewis have Blanch ? and Blanch those pro
vinces ? It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard; Be well advis'd, tell o'er thy tale again: It cannot be; thou dost but say, 'tis so: I trust, I may not trust thee; for thy word Is but the vain breath of a common man : Believe me, I do not believe thee, man; I have a king's oath to the contrary. Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me, For I am sick, and capable of fears; Oppress’d with wrongs, and therefore full of fears; A widow, husbandless, subject to fears; A woman, naturally born to fears; And though thou now confess, thou didst but jest With
my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce, But they will quake and tremble all this day. What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head ? Why dost thou look so sadly on my son? What means that hand upon that breast of thine? Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum, Like a proud river peering 2 o'er his bounds ? Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words ? Then speak again; not all thy former tale, But this one word, whether thy tale be true.
Sal. As true, as, I believe, you think them false, That give you cause to prove my saying true.
Const. O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow, Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die; And let belief and life encounter so, As doth the fury of two desperate men,
Which, in the very meeting, fall, and die.-
Sal. What other harm have I, good Jady, done, But spoke the harm that is by others done?
Const. Which harm within itself so heinous is, As it makes harmful all that speak of it.
Arth. I do beseech, you, madain, be content. Const. If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert
grim, Ugly, and sland'rous to thy mother's womb, Full of unpleasing blots, and sightless 3 stains, Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious, Patch'd with foul moles, and eye-offending marks, I would not care, I then would be content; For then I should not love thee; no, nor thou Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown. But thou art fair; and at thy birth, dear boy! Nature and fortune join’d to make thee great : Of nature's gifts thou may’st with lilies boast, And with the half-blown rose: but fortune, 0! She is corrupted, chang'd, and won from thee; She adulterates hourly with thine uncle John; And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France To tread down fair respect of sovereignty, And made his majesty the bawd to theirs. , France is a bawd to fortune, and king John; That strumpet fortune, that usurping John :Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn ?
Envenom him with words; or get thee gone,
Pardon me, madam,
to the kings.
[She throws herself on the ground.
Enter King John, King Philip, Lewis, BLANCH,
ELINOR, Bastard, AUSTRIA, and Attendants.
[Rising What hath this day deserv’d? what hath it done; That it in golden letters should be set,
5 Seated in state.
Among the high tides, in the kalendar?
K. Phi. By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause
Const. You have beguil'd me with a counterfeit, Resembling majesty; which, being touch'd, and tried, Proves valueless : You are forsworn, forsworn; You came in arms to spill mine enemies' blood, But now in arms you strengthen it with yours : The grappling vigour and rough frown of war, Is cold in amity and painted peace, And our oppression hath made
this league:Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjur'd kings! A widow cries; be husband to me, heavens ! Let not the hours of this ungodly day Wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset, Set armed discord 'twixt these perjur'd kings ! Hear me, O, hear me! Aust.
Lady Constance, peace. Const. War! war! no peace! peace is to me a war. O Lymoges ! O Austria! thou dost shame That bloody spoil: Thou slave, thou wretch, thou
6 Solemn seasons.
Thou little valiant, great in villainy !
me! Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant
limbs. Aust. Thou dar'st not say so, villain, for thy life. Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant
limbs. K. John. We like not this; thou dost forget thy•
K. Phi. Here comes the holy legate of the pope.
Pand. Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven!
7 Do off.