_Const._ If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert grim, Ugly and slanderous to thy mother's womb, Full of unpleasing blots and sightless stains,[259] 45 Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious, Patch'd with foul moles and eye-offending marks, I would not care, I then would be content, For then I should not love thee, no, nor thou Become thy great birth nor deserve a crown. 50 But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy, Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great: Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast And with the half-blown rose. But Fortune, O, She is corrupted, changed and won from thee; 55 She adulterates hourly with thine uncle John,[260] And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France To tread down fair respect of sovereignty. And made his majesty the bawd to theirs. France is a bawd to Fortune and King John,[261] 60 That strumpet Fortune, that usurping John! Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn? Envenom him with words, or get thee gone And leave those woes alone which I alone[262] Am bound to under-bear. _Sal._ Pardon me, madam, 65 I may not go without you to the kings. _Const._ Thou mayst, thou shalt; I will not go with thee: I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;[263] For grief is proud and makes his owner stoop.[264] To me and to the state of my great grief 70 Let kings assemble; for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth[265] Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit;[266] Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. [_Seats herself on the ground._[267] _Enter_ KING JOHN, KING PHILIP, LEWIS, BLANCH, ELINOR, _the_ BASTARD, AUSTRIA, _and_ Attendants. _K. Phi._ 'Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed day Ever in France shall be kept festival:[268] 75 To solemnize this day the glorious sun Stays in his course and plays the alchemist, Turning with splendour of his precious eye The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold: 80 The yearly course that brings this day about Shall never see it but a holiday.[269]