King Henry Vi, Part Iii Monologue
|King Henry Vi, Part Iii Monologue by William Shakespeare|
- YORK: She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France,
- Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth,
- How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex
- To triumph like an Amazonian trull
- Upon their woes whom fortune captivates.
- But that thy face is vizard-like, unchanging,
- Made impudent with use of evil deeds,
- I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush.
- To tell thee whence thou cam'st, of whom derived,
- Were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not shameless.
- Thy father bears the type of King of Naples,
- Of both the Sicils and Jerusalem,
- Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman.
- Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult?
- It needs not nor it boots thee not, proud queen,
- Unless the adage must be verified,
- That beggars mounted run their horse to death.
- 'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud;
- But God he knows thy share thereof is small.
- 'Tis virtue that doth make them most admired;
- The contrary doth make thee wond'red at.
- 'Tis government that makes them seem divine;
- The want thereof makes thee abominable.
- Thou art as opposite to every good
- As the Antipodes are unto us
- Or as the South to the Septentrion.
- O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide!
- How couldst thou drain the lifeblood of the child,
- To bid the father wipe his eyes withal,
- And yet be seen to bear a woman's face?
- Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible;
- Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless.
- Bid'st thou me rage? Why, now thou hast thy wish.
- Wouldst have me weep? Why, now thou hast thy will.
- For raging wind blows up incessant showers,
- And when the rage allays the rain begins.
- These tears are my sweet Rutland's obsequies,
- And every drop cries vengeance for his death
- 'Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false Frenchwoman.