King Henry Vi, Part Ii Monologue
|King Henry Vi, Part Ii Monologue by William Shakespeare|
- QUEEN: Be woe for me, more wretched than he is.
- What, dost thou turn away, and hide thy face?
- I am no loathsome leper. Look on me.
- What? Art thou like the adder waxen deaf?
- Be poisonous too, and kill thy forlorn queen.
- Is all thy comfort shut in Gloucester's tomb?
- Why, then Dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy.
- Erect his statue and worship it,
- And make my image but an alehouse sign.
- Was I for this nigh wracked upon the sea
- And twice by awkward wind from England's bank
- Drove back again unto my native clime?
- What boded this but well-forewarning wind
- Did seem to say, 'Seek not a scorpion's nest
- Nor set no footing on this unkind shore'?
- What did I then but cursed the gentle gusts
- And he that loosed them forth their brazen caves,
- And bid them blow toward England's blessèd shore
- Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock?
- Yet Aeolus would not be a murderer,
- But left that hateful office unto thee.
- The pretty vaulting sea refused to drown me,
- Knowing that thou wouldst have me drowned on shore
- With tears as salt as sea through thy unkindness.
- The splitting rocks cowered in the sinking sands
- And would not dash me with their ragged sides,
- Because they flinty heart, more hard than they,
- Might in thy palace perish Margaret.
- As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs,
- When from thy shore the tempest beat us back,
- I stood upon the hatches in the storm,
- And when the dusky sky began to rob
- My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view,
- I took a costly jewel from my neck,
- A heart it was, bound in with diamonds,
- And threw it toward thy land. The sea received it,
- And so I wished thy body might my heart;
- And even with this I lost fair England's view,
- And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart,
- And called them blind and dusky spectacles
- For losing ken of Albion's wishèd coast.
- How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue
- (The agent of thy foul inconstancy)
- To sit and witch me as Ascanius did
- When he to madding Dido would unfold
- His father's acts commenced in burning Troy!
- Am I not witched like her? or thou not false like him?
- Ay me, I can no more. Die, Margaret!
- For Henry weeps that thou dost live so long.