Monologue

Constance Monologue from King John

From King John by William Shakespeare

female · anguished · 1:02 min

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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, 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. I will not keep this form upon my head, (She unbinds her hair.) 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! (Exit.)

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Constance mourns the loss of her son Arthur, expressing her deep sorrow and emotional turmoil as she reflects on his absence and the impact it has on her life.

30s · sadness · family · death · loss · grief

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