BLANCHE.
Upon thy wedding-day?
Against the blood that thou hast married?
What, shall our feast be kept with slaughter’d men?
Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums,
Clamours of hell, be measures to our pomp?
O husband, hear me! Ay, alack, how new
Is “husband” in my mouth! Even for that name,
Which till this time my tongue did ne’er pronounce,
Upon my knee I beg, go not to arms
Against mine uncle.
CONSTANCE.
O, upon my knee,
Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee,
Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom
Forethought by heaven!
BLANCHE.
Now shall I see thy love. What motive may
Be stronger with thee than the name of wife?
CONSTANCE.
That which upholdeth him that thee upholds,
His honour. O, thine honour, Louis, thine honour!
LOUIS.
I muse your majesty doth seem so cold,
When such profound respects do pull you on.
PANDULPH.
I will denounce a curse upon his head.
KING PHILIP.
Thou shalt not need. England, I will fall from thee.
CONSTANCE.
O fair return of banish’d majesty!
QUEEN ELEANOR.
O foul revolt of French inconstancy!
KING JOHN.
France, thou shalt rue this hour within this hour.