Monologue

Constance Monologue from King John

From King John by William Shakespeare

female · defiant · 26 sec

Now, shame upon you, whe’er she does or no! His grandam’s wrongs, and not his mother’s shames, Draws those heaven-moving pearls from his poor eyes, Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee. Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be brib’d To do him justice, and revenge on you.

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