Act 3 - Scene 4
The same. KING PHILIP'S tent.
Enter KING PHILIP, LEWIS, CARDINAL PANDULPH, and Attendants
So, by a roaring tempest on the flood,
A whole armado of convicted sail
Is scatter'd and disjoin'd from
Courage and comfort! all shall yet go well.
What can go well, when we have run so ill?
Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost?
Arthur ta'en prisoner?
divers dear friends slain?
And bloody England into England gone,
O'erbearing interruption, spite of France?
What he hath won, that hath he fortified:
So hot a speed with such advice disposed,
order in so fierce a cause,
Doth want example: who hath read or heard
Of any kindred action like to this?
Well could I bear that England had this praise,
So we could find some pattern of our shame.
Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul;
Holding the eternal spirit against her will,
In the vile prison of
I prithee, lady, go away with me.
Lo, now I now see the issue of your peace.
Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle Constance!
No, I defy all counsel, all redress,
But that which ends all counsel, true redress,
Death, death; O amiable
Thou odouriferous stench! sound rottenness!
Arise forth from the couch of lasting night,
hate and terror to prosperity,
And I will kiss thy detestable bones
And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows
ring these fingers with thy household worms
And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust
And be a carrion
monster like thyself:
Come, grin on me, and I will think thou smilest
And buss thee as thy wife. Misery's
O, come to me!
O fair affliction, peace!
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