. Complete works of William Shakespeare . you, madam, be content. Const. If thou ,that bidst me be content,wert grim,Ugly and slanderous to thy mothers womb,Full of unpleasing blots and sightless stains,Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,Patchd 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 thouBecome thy great birth nor deserve a crown. 50 But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy,Nature and Fortune joind to make thee great:Of Natures gifts thou mayst with lilies boastAnd with the half-blown rose. But Fortu
. Complete works of William Shakespeare . you, madam, be content. Const. If thou ,that bidst me be content,wert grim,Ugly and slanderous to thy mothers womb,Full of unpleasing blots and sightless stains,Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,Patchd 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 thouBecome thy great birth nor deserve a crown. 50 But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy,Nature and Fortune joind to make thee great:Of Natures gifts thou mayst with lilies boastAnd with the half-blown rose. But Fortune, O,She is corrupted, changed and won from thee;She adulterates hourly with thine uncle John,And with her golden hand hath pluckd on FranceTo tread down fair respect of sovereignty,And made his majesty the bawd to is a bawd to Fortune and King John. 60 That strumpet Fortune, that usurping John ITell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn?Envenom him with words, or get thee goneAnd leave those woes alone which I alone 37. Act m. Iking Jobm Am bound to under-bear. Sal. Pardon me, madam, I may not go without you to the kings. [thee: Const. Thou mayst, thou shalt; I will not go withI will instruct my sorrows to be proud;For grief is proud and makes his owner me and to the state of my great grief 70 Let kings assemble; for my griefs so greatThat no supporter but the huge firm earthCan 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 Philip, Lewis, Blanch,Elinor, the Bastard, Austria, and Attendants. K. Phi. T is true, fair daughter; and this blessedEver in France shall be kept festival: [day To solemnize this day the glorious sunStays in his course and plays the alchemist,Turning with splendour of his precious eyeThe meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold: 80 The yearly course that brings this day aboutShall never see it but a holiday. Const. A wicked day, and not a holy day!
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