_Const._ A wicked day, and not a holy day! [_Rising._[270] What hath this day deserved? what hath it done, That it in golden letters should be set 85 Among the high tides in the calendar? Nay, rather turn this day out of the week, This day of shame, oppression, perjury. Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child Pray that their burthens may not fall this day, 90 Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross'd: But on this day let seamen fear no wreck;[271] No bargains break that are not this day made: This day, all things begun come to ill end, Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change![272] 95 _K. Phi._ By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause To curse the fair proceedings of this day: Have I not pawn'd to you my majesty? _Const._ You have beguiled me with a counterfeit Resembling majesty, which, being touch'd and tried,[273] 100 Proves valueless: you are forsworn, forsworn; You came in arms to spill mine enemies' blood,[274] But now in arms you strengthen it with yours: The grappling vigour and rough frown of war Is cold in amity and painted peace,[275] 105 And our oppression hath made up this league.[276] Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjured kings![277] A widow cries; be husband to me, heavens![278] Let not the hours of this ungodly day Wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset,[279] 110 Set armed discord 'twixt these perjured kings! Hear me, O, hear me! _Aust._ Lady Constance, peace! _Const._ War! war! no peace! peace is to me a war. O Lymoges! O Austria! thou dost shame That bloody spoil: thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! 115 Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety! thou art perjured too, 120 And soothest up greatness. What a fool art thou. A ramping fool, to brag and stamp and swear[280] Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave, Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side, Been sworn my soldier, bidding me depend 125 Upon thy stars, thy fortune and thy strength, And dost thou now fall over to my foes? Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.[281] _Aust._ O, that a man should speak those words to me![282] 130 _Bast._ And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.[283] _Aust._ Thou darest not say so, villain, for thy life. _Bast._ And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.[283][284] _K. John._ We like not this; thou dost forget thyself. _Enter_ PANDULPH.[285]