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K. Phi. What can go well, when we have run
so ill ?
Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost?
Lew. What he hath won, that hath he fortified:
praise, So we could find some pattern of our shame.
Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul;
Const. Lo, now! now see the issue of your
K. Phi. Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle
Constance ! Const. No, I defy : all counsel, all redress, But that which ends all counsel, true redress, Death, death:-O amiable lovely death! Thou odoriferous stench! sound rottenness! Arise forth from the couch of lasting night, Thou hate and terror to prosperity, And I will kiss thy détestable bones; And put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows; And ring these fingers with thy household worms;
this gap of breath with fulsome dust,
3 No, I defy, &c.] To defy anciently signified to refuse.
And be a carrion monster like thyself:
O fair affliction, peace.
Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow.
Const. Thou art not holy to belie me so; I am not mad: this hair I tear, is mine; My name is Constance; I was Geffrey's wife; Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost: I am not mad;-) would to heaven, I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself: O, if I could, what grief should I forget! Preach some philosophy to make me mad, And thou shalt be canoniz'd, cardinal; For, being not mad, but sensible of grief, My reasonable part produces reason How I may be deliver'd of these woes, And teaches me to kill or hang myself: If I were mad, I should forget my son; Or madly think, a babe of clouts were he: I am not mad; too well, too well I feel The different plague of each calamity. K. Phi. Bind up those tresses: Ó, what love I
• Misery's love, &c.] Thou, death, who art courted by Misery to come to his relief, O come to me.
modern invocation.] i. e. trite, common. 6 Bind up those tresses : ] It was necessary that Constance should be interrupted, because a passion so violent cannot be borne
In the fair multitude of those her hairs !
Const. To England, if you will.
Bind up your hairs. Const. Yes, that I will; And wherefore will I
do it? I tore them from their bonds; and cried aloud, O that these hands could so redeem my son, As they have given these hairs their literty! But now I envy at their liberty, And will again commit them to their bonds, Because my poor child is a prisoner. And, father cardinal, I have heard you say, That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born. But now will canker sorrow eat my bud, And chase the native beauty from his cheek, And he will look as hollow as a ghost; As dim and meagre as an ague's fit; And so he'll die; and, rising so again, When I shall meet him in the court of heaven I shall not know him: therefore never, never Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.
Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief. Const. He talks to me, that never had a son.
long. I wish the following speeches had been equally happy; but they only serve to show how difficult it is to maintain the pathetick long. Johnson.
- but yesterday suspire,) i. e. breathe.
K. Phi. You are as fond of grief, as of your
do. I will not keep this form upon my head,
[Tearing off her head-dress. When there is such disorder in my wit. O lord! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son! My life, my joy, my food, my all the world! My widow-comfort, and my sorrows' cure! [Exit. K. Phi. I fear some outrage, and I'll follow her.
[Exit. Lew. There's nothing in this world, can make
me joy:' Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; And bitter shame hath spoild the sweet world's
taste, That it yields naught, but shame, and bitterness.
Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease,
had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort -] This is a sentiment which great sorrow always dictates. Whoever cannot help himself casts his eyes on others for assistance, and often mistakes their inability for coldness. Johnson.
! There's nothing in this, &c.] The young prince feels his defeat with more sensibility than his father. Shame operates most strongly in the earlier years; and when can disgrace be less welcome than when a man is going to his bride? Johnson.
On their departure most of all show evil:
Lew. All days of glory, joy, and happiness.
Pand. If you have won it, certainly, you had. No, no: when fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. 'Tis strange, to think how much king John hath
Lew. As heartily, as he is glad he hath him.
fall; So be it, for it cannot be but so. Lew. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's
fall? Pand. You, in the right of lady Blanch your
Lew. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did.