Constance Monologue from King John

From King John by William Shakespeare

female · defiant · 56 sec

You have beguil’d me with a counterfeit Resembling majesty, which, being touch’d and tried, Proves valueless. You are forsworn, forsworn. You came in arms to spill mine enemies’ blood, But now in arms you strengthen it with yours. The grappling vigour and rough frown of war Is cold in amity and painted peace, And our oppression hath made up this league. Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjur’d kings! A widow cries; be husband to me, heavens! Let not the hours of this ungodly day Wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset, Set armed discord ’twixt these perjur’d kings! Hear me, O, hear me!

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