_Pand._ Courage and comfort! all shall yet go well. _K. Phi._ What can go well, when we have run so ill? 5 Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost? Arthur ta'en prisoner? divers dear friends slain? And bloody England into England gone, O'erbearing interruption, spite of France? _Lew._ What he hath won, that hath he fortified: 10 So hot a speed with such advice disposed, Such temperate order in so fierce a cause,[361] Doth want example: who hath read or heard Of any kindred action like to this? _K. Phi._ Well could I bear that England had this praise, 15 So we could find some pattern of our shame. _Enter_ CONSTANCE. Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul;[362] Holding the eternal spirit, against her will,[363] In the vile prison of afflicted breath.[364] I prithee, lady, go away with me. 20 _Const._ Lo, now! now see the issue of your peace. _K. Phi._ Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle Constance! _Const._ No, I defy all counsel, all redress, But that which ends all counsel, true redress,[365] Death, death; O amiable lovely death![365] 25 Thou odoriferous stench! sound rottenness![366] Arise forth from the couch of lasting night,[367] Thou hate and terror to prosperity, And I will kiss thy detestable bones[368] And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows 30 And ring these fingers with thy household worms And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust And be a carrion monster like thyself: Come, grin on me, and I will think thou smilest, And buss thee as thy wife. Misery's love,[369] 35 O, come to me! _K. Phil._ O fair affliction, peace! _Const._ No, no, I will not, having breath to cry: O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with a passion would I shake the world;[370] And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy 40 Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice,[371] Which scorns a modern invocation.[371][372] _Pand._ Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow.