Page 195 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

When there is such disorder in my wit.
O Lord! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son!
My life, my joy, my food, my all the world!
My widow-comfort, and my sorrows’ cure! [105]

[Exit.]

KING PHILIP
I fear some outrage, and I’ll follow her.
[Exit.]

LEWIS
There’s nothing in this world can make me joy:
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale

Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man;
And bitter shame hath spoil’d the sweet word’s taste, [110]
That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.

PANDULPH
Before the curing of a strong disease,
Even in the instant of repair and health,

The fit is strongest; evils that take leave,
On their departure most of all show evil. [115]
What have you lost by losing of this day?

LEWIS
All days of glory, joy and happiness.

PANDULPH

If you had won it, certainly you had.
No, no; when fortune means to men most good
She looks upon them with a threat’ning eye. [120]
’Tis strange to think how much King John hath lost
In this which he accounts so clearly won:

Are not you griev’d that Arthur is his prisoner?

LEWIS
As heartily as he is glad he hath him.