The Complete Historical Plays of William Shakespeare - William Shakespeare

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measure satisfy her so

       That we shall stop her exclamation.

       Go we, as well as haste will suffer us,

       To this unlook’d-for, unprepared pomp.

       [Exeunt all but the BASTARD. The Citizens retire from the Walls.]

       BASTARD.

       Mad world! mad kings! mad composition!

       John, to stop Arthur’s title in the whole,

       Hath willingly departed with a part;

       And France,—whose armour conscience buckled on,

       Whom zeal and charity brought to the field

       As God’s own soldier,—rounded in the ear

       With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil;

       That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith;

       That daily break-vow, he that wins of all,

       Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids,—

       Who having no external thing to lose

       But the word maid, cheats the poor maid of that;

       That smooth-fac’d gentleman, tickling commodity,—

       Commodity, the bias of the world;

       The world, who of itself is peised well,

       Made to run even upon even ground,

       Till this advantage, this vile-drawing bias,

       This sway of motion, this commodity,

       Makes it take head from all indifferency,

       From all direction, purpose, course, intent:

       And this same bias, this commodity,

       This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word,

       Clapp’d on the outward eye of fickle France,

       Hath drawn him from his own determin’d aid,

       From a resolv’d and honourable war,

       To a most base and vile-concluded peace.—

       And why rail I on this commodity?

       But for because he hath not woo’d me yet:

       Not that I have the power to clutch my hand

       When his fair angels would salute my palm;

       But for my hand, as unattempted yet,

       Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich.

       Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail,

       And say, There is no sin but to be rich;

       And being rich, my virtue then shall be,

       To say, There is no vice but beggary:

       Since kings break faith upon commodity,

       Gain, be my lord!—for I will worship thee.

       [Exit.]

       ACT III.

       SCENE 1. France. The FRENCH KING’S tent.

       [Enter CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and SALISBURY.]

       CONSTANCE.

       Gone to be married! gone to swear a peace!

       False blood to false blood join’d! gone to be friends!

       Shall Louis have Blanch? and Blanch those provinces?

       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 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.

       SALISBURY.

       As true as I believe you think them false

       That give you cause to prove my saying true.

       CONSTANCE.

       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!—

       Louis marry Blanch! O boy, then where art thou?

       France friend with England! what becomes of me?—

       Fellow, be gone: I cannot brook thy sight;

       This news hath made thee a most ugly man.

       SALISBURY.

       What other harm have I, good lady, done,

       But spoke the harm that is by others done?

       CONSTANCE.

       Which harm within itself so heinous is,

       As it makes harmful all that speak of it.

       ARTHUR.

       I do beseech you, madam, be content.

       CONSTANCE.

       If thou, that bid’st me be content, wert grim,

       Ugly, and slanderous to thy mother’s womb,

       Full of unpleasing blots and sightless 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 mayst with lilies boast,

       And with the half-blown rose; but Fortune, O!

       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,

      

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