Gone to be married? Gone to swear a peace?

2.2.2923False blood to false blood joined? Gone to be friends?

2.2.3924Shall Lewis have Blanche and Blanche those provinces?

2.2.4925It is not so. Thou hast misspoke, misheard.

2.2.5926Be well advised, tell o'er thy tale again.

2.2.6927It cannot be. Thou dost but say 'tis so.

2.2.7928I trust I may not trust thee, for thy word

2.2.8929Is but the vain breath of a common man.

2.2.9930Believe me, I do not believe thee, man;

2.2.10931I have a King's oath to the contrary.

2.2.11932Thou shalt be punished for thus frighting me,

2.2.12933For I am sick and capable of fears,

2.2.13934Oppressed with wrongs and therefore full of fears,

2.2.14935A widow, husbandless, subject to fears,

2.2.15936A woman naturally born to fears.

2.2.16937And though thou now confess thou didst but jest,

2.2.17938With my vexed spirits I cannot take a truce,

2.2.18939But they will quake and tremble all this day.

2.2.19940What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head?

2.2.20941Why dost thou look so sadly on my son?

2.2.21942What means that hand upon that breast of thine?

2.2.22943Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum,

2.2.23944Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds?

2.2.24945Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words?

2.2.25946Then speak again, not all thy former tale,

2.2.26947But this one word -- whether thy tale be true.

As true as I believe you think them false

2.2.28949That give you cause to prove my saying true.

O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow,

2.2.30951Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die,

2.2.31952And let belief and life encounter so

2.2.32953As doth the fury of two desperate men,

2.2.33954Which in the very meeting fall and die.

2.2.34955Lewis marry Blanche? O boy, then where art thou?

2.2.35956France friend with England? What becomes of me?

2.2.36957Fellow, be gone. I cannot brook thy sight.

2.2.37958This news hath made thee a most ugly man.

What other harm have I, good lady, done

2.2.39960But spoke the harm that is by others done?

Which harm within itself so heinous is

2.2.41962As it makes harmful all that speak of it.

I do beseech you, madam, be content.

If thou that bidst me be content wert grim,

2.2.44965Ugly, and slanderous to thy mother's womb,

2.2.45966Full of unpleasing blots and sightless stains,

2.2.46967Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,

2.2.47968Patched with foul moles and eye-offending marks,

2.2.48969I would not care; I then would be content,

2.2.49970For then I should not love thee; no, nor thou

2.2.50971Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown.

2.2.51972But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy,

2.2.52973Nature and Fortune joined to make thee great.

2.2.53974Of Nature's gifts thou mayest with lilies boast,

2.2.54975And with the half-blown rose. But Fortune, O,

2.2.55976She is corrupted, changed, and won from thee.

2.2.56977Sh'adulterates hourly with thine uncle John,

2.2.57978And with her golden hand hath plucked on France

2.2.58979To tread down fair respect of sovereignty,

2.2.59980And made his majesty the bawd to theirs.

2.2.60981France is a bawd to Fortune and King John;

2.2.61982That strumpet Fortune, that usurping John.

2.2.62983Tell me thou fellow, is not France forsworn?

2.2.63984Envenom him with words or get thee gone

2.2.64985And leave those woes alone which I alone

2.2.65986Am bound to underbear.

Am bound to underbear. Pardon me, Madam,

2.2.66988I may not go without you to the kings.

Thou mayest; thou shalt. I will not go with thee.

2.2.68990I will instruct my sorrows to be proud,

2.2.69991For grief is proud and makes his owner stoop.

2.2.70992To me and to the state of my great grief,

2.2.71993Let kings assemble; for my grief's so great

2.2.72994That no supporter but the huge firm earth

2.2.73995Can hold it up. Here I and sorrows sit.

2.2.74996Here is my throne; bid kings come bow to it.