KING HENRY VI, PART II Essay Example For Students

KING HENRY VI, PART II Essay A monologue from the play by William ShakespeareQUEEN: Be woe for me, more wretched than he is.What, dost thou turn away, and hide thy face?I am no loathsome leper. Look on me. What? Art thou like the adder waxen deaf?Be poisonous too, and kill thy forlorn queen.Is all thy comfort shut in Gloucesters tomb?Why, then Dame Margaret was neer thy joy.Erect his statue and worship it,And make my image but an alehouse sign.Was I for this nigh wracked upon the seaAnd twice by awkward wind from Englands bankDrove back again unto my native clime?What boded this but well-forewarning windDid seem to say, Seek not a scorpions nestNor set no footing on this unkind shore?What did I then but cursed the gentle gustsAnd he that loosed them forth their brazen caves,And bid them blow toward Englands blessed shoreOr turn our stern upon a dreadful rock?Yet Aeolus would not be a murderer,But left that hateful office unto thee. The pretty vaulting sea refused to drown me,Knowing that thou wouldst have me drowned on shoreWith tears as salt as sea through thy unkindness.The splitting rocks cowered in the sinking sandsAnd would not dash me with their ragged sides,Because they flinty heart, more hard than they,Might in thy palace perish Margaret.As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs,When from thy shore the tempest beat us back,I stood upon the hatches in the storm,And when the dusky sky began to robMy earnest-gaping sight of thy lands view,I took a costly jewel from my neck,A heart it was, bound in with diamonds,And threw it toward thy land. The sea received it,And so I wished thy body might my heart;And even with this I lost fair Englands view,And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart,And called them blind and dusky spectaclesFor losing ken of Albions wished coast. How often have I tempted Suffolks tongue(The agent of thy foul inconstancy)To sit and witch me as Ascanius didWhen he to madding Dido would unfoldHis fathers acts commenced in burning Troy!Am I not witched like her? or thou not false like him?Ay me, I can no more. Die, Margaret!For Henry weeps that thou dost live so long.