BLANCH. Upon thy wedding-day? Against the blood that thou hast married? What, shall our feast be kept with slaughtered men? Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums, Clamours of hell, be measures to our pomp? O husband, hear me! ay, alack, how new Is 'husband' in my mouth! even for that name, Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce, Upon my knee I beg, go not to arms Against mine uncle.

Upon Thy Wedding-Day

Item catalogue number:
1381
Size:
1 page
Zoom:
Open preview image
Next item:
The Sun's O'ercast with Blood
Collection:
King John
Next collection:
Legacy