Today’s Totally Random
Lines
Thou art not holy to belie me so;
I am not mad: this hair I tear is mine;
My name is Constance; I was Geffrey’s
wife;
Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost:
I am not mad;-- I would to heaven I were!
Constance
King John Act III, Scene iv, Line 47
Constance is
not mad (off her rocker mad: not angry mad), but she wishes she were. If she
were mad then maybe she would be able to forget about her murdered son. As it is,
young Arthur is all she can think about.
Can you blame
her?
Can I blame her?!? The nerve of this guy!
Him and the Missus are constantly taking off on me, disappearing sometimes for days or weeks at a time! I don’t know if they're dead somewhere!
Of course I don’t blame this poor lady for feeling how she does; I feel the same way half the time!
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