Page 194 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

As they have given these hairs their liberty!”
But now I envy at their liberty,
And will again commit them to their bonds,
Because my poor child is a prisoner. [75]

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, [80]
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, [85]
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.

PANDULPH
You hold too heinous a respect of grief. [90]

CONSTANCE
He talks to me that never had a son.

KING PHILIP
You are as fond of grief as of your child.

CONSTANCE
Grief fills the room up of my absent child,

Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, [95]
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form;

Then have I reason to be fond of grief?
Fare you well: had you such a loss as I
I could give better comfort than you do. [100]
I will not keep this form upon my head,