Pardon me, madam,
I may not go without you to the kings.
Thou mayst, thou shalt; I will not go with thee:
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;
For grief is proud
and makes his owner stoop.
To me and to the state of my great grief
Let kings assemble; for my grief's so
That no supporter but the huge firm earth
Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit;
Here is my throne,
bid kings come bow to it.
Seats herself on the ground
Enter KING JOHN, KING PHILLIP, LEWIS, BLANCH, QUEEN ELINOR, the BASTARD, AUSTRIA, and
'Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed day
Ever in France shall be kept festival:
To solemnize this day
the glorious sun
Stays in his course and plays the alchemist,
Turning with splendor of his precious eye
meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold:
The yearly course that brings this day about
Shall never see it but
A wicked day, and not a holy day!
What hath this day deserved? what hath it done,
That it in golden letters should be set
Among the high
tides in the calendar?
Nay, rather turn this day out of the week,
This day of shame, oppression, perjury.
if it must stand still, let wives with child
Pray that their burthens may not fall this day,
Lest that their hopes
prodigiously be cross'd:
But on this day let seamen fear no wreck;
No bargains break that are not this day
This day, all things begun come to ill end,
Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change!
By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause
To curse the fair proceedings of this day:
Have I not pawn'd to
you my majesty?
You have beguiled 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,
oppression hath made up this league.
Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjured kings!
cries; be husband to me, heavens!
Let not the hours of this ungodly day
Wear out the day in peace; but,
Set armed discord 'twixt these perjured kings!
Hear me, O, hear me!
Lady Constance, peace!
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