Tag Archives: Constance
“Grief fills the room up of my absent child, /Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,/Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,/Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form;/Then have I reason to be fond of grief.”
King John Act Four By Dennis Abrams —————————– Act Four: Back in England, Hubert visits the cell where Arthur is being held, but, ultimately, cannot bring himself to use red hot irons to burn out young Arthur’s eyes. At court, … Continue reading
“Yet indiscretion thereby grows direct,/And falsehood falsehood cures, as fire cools fire/Within the scorched veins of one new burned.
King John Act Three By Dennis Abrams ——————————– Act Three: After the wedding, Constance berates King Philip and the Duke of Austria for their weakness but is interrupted by the arrival of Cardinal Pandolf, the papal legate. The Cardinal tells … Continue reading