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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 I.
The Same. The French King's Tent. Enter Constance, Arthur, and Salisbury.
Const. Gone to be married! gone to swear a peace! False blood to false blood join'd! Gone to be friends! Shall Lewis have Blanch? and Blanch those provinces?
It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard;
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?
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. — Lewis 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.
Sal. What other harm have I, good lady, 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, madam, be content. Const. If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert
Ugly, and sland'rous to thy mother's womb,
Nature and fortune join'd to make thee great:
Sal. Pardon me, madam,
I may not go without you to the kings.
Const. Thou may'st, thou shalt, I will not go with
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;
[6'^r throws herself on the ground.
Enter King John, King Philip, Lewis, Blanch, Elinor, Bastard, Austria, and Attendants.
K. Phi. 'Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed day,
Ever in France shall be kept festival:
Const. A wicked day, and not a holyday!
"What hath this day deserv'd? what hath it done;
.fit. Phi. 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?
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,