. Complete works of William Shakespeare . sedEver 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! [ hath this day deserved ? what hath it done,That it in golden letters should be setAmong the high tides in the calendar ?Nay, rather turn this day out of the week,This day of shame, oppression, perjury,Or, if
. Complete works of William Shakespeare . sedEver 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! [ hath this day deserved ? what hath it done,That it in golden letters should be setAmong the high tides in the calendar ?Nay, rather turn this day out of the week,This day of shame, oppression, perjury,Or, if it must stand still, let wives with childPray that their burthens may not fall this day, 90Lest that their hopes prodigiously be crossd:But on this day let seamen fear no wreck;No bargains break that are not this day made:This day, all things begun come to ill end,Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change! K. Phi. By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause*To curse the fair proceedings of this day:Have I not pawnd to you my majesty ? 38. Tkf tlQ 50bn* Scene h Const. You have beguiled me with a counterfeitResembling majesty, which, being touchd and tried, iooProves 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 warIs cold in amity and painted peace,And our oppression hath made up this , arm, you heavens, against these perjured kings!A widow cries; be husband to me, heavens!Let not the hours of this ungodly dayWear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset, no Set armed discord twixt these perjured kings!Hear me, O, hear me! Aust. Lady Constance, peace! Const. War! war! no peace! peace is to me a Lymoges! O Austria! thou dost shameThat bloody spoil: thou slave, thou wretch, thouThou little valiant, great in villany! [coward! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!Thou fortunes champion that dost never fightBut when her humorous ladyship is byTo t
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