Page 192 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

I prithee, lady, go away with me. [20]

CONSTANCE
Lo! now-now see the issue of your peace!

KING PHILIP
Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle Constance!

CONSTANCE
No! − I defy all counsel, all redress,
But that which ends all counsel, true redress:
Death! death, O amiable, lovely death! [25]

Thou odoriferous stench! sound rottenness!
Arise forth from the couch of lasting night,
Thou hate and terror to prosperity,

And I will kiss thy detestable bones
And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows, [30]
And ring these fingers with thy household worms,
And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust,
And be a carrion monster like thyself:

Come, grin on me, and I will think thou smil’st,
And buss thee as thy wife. Misery’s love, [35]
O, come to me!

KING PHILIP
O fair affliction, peace!

CONSTANCE

No, no, I will not, having breath to cry:
O, that my tongue were in the thunder’s mouth!
Then with a passion would I shake the world;
And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy [40]
Which cannot hear a lady’s feeble voice,

Which scorns a modern invocation.

PANDULPH
Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow.