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Faulc. " What words are these ? how do
My father's foe clad in my father's spoil! [thake !
• How doth Alecto whisper in my ears,
• Delay not, Richard, kill the villain strait ;
• Disrobe him of the matchless monument,
• Thy father's triumph o'er the savages.-
• Now, by his soul I swear, my father's soul,
• Twicé will I not review the morning's rise,
« Till I have torn that trophy from thy back ;
And split thy heart for wearing it so long.
K.john. We like not this, thou doft forget thyself,
SCENE III. Enter Pandulph.
K. Phil. Here comes the holy Legate of the Pope.
Pand. Hail, you anointed deputies of heav'o!
To thee, King John, my holy errand is :
I Pandulph, of fair Milain Cardinal,
And from Pope Innocent the Legate here,
Do in his name religiously demand
Why thou against the church, our holy mother,
So wilfully doft spurn, and force perforce
Keep Stephen Langton, chosen Archbishop
Of Canterbury, from that holy fee?
This in our 'foresaid holy father's name,
Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee.
K. John. What earthly name to interrogatories
Can task the free breath of a sacred King ?
Thou canst not, Cardinal, devise a name
So flight, unworthy, and ridiculous,
To charge me to an answer, as the Pope.
Tell him this tale, and from the mouth of England
Add thus much more, That no Italian priest
Shall tithe or toll in our dominions.
But as we, uuder Heaven, are fupreme head,
So, under him, that great fupremacy,
Where we do reign, we will alone uphold,
Without th’ assistance of a mortal hand.
So tell the Pope, all rev’rence set apart
To him and his ufurp'd authority.
K. Phil. Brother of England, you blaspheme in this.
K. John. Tho' you and all the Kings of Christendom Are led fo grossly by this meddling priest,
Dreading the curse that money may buy out,
And by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust,
Purchase corrupted pardon of a man,
Who in that fale feils pardon from himself;
Tho' you, and all the rest, so grossly led,
This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish;
Yet I alone, alone, do me oppose
Against the Pope, and count his friends my foes.
Pand. Then by the lawful power that have,
Thou shalt stand curs'd, and excommunicate ;
And blessed shall he be that doth revolt
From his allegiance to an heretic;
And meritorious shall that hand be call'd,
Canonized and worshipp'd as a saint,
That takes away by any secret course
Thy hateful life.
Const. O, lawful let it be,
That I have room with Rome to curse a while.
Good Father Cardinal, cry thou, Amen,
keen curses ; for without my wrong
There is no tongue hath power to curse him right.
Pand. There's law and warrant, Lady, for my
Conft. And for mine too; when law can do no right,
Let it be lawful that law bar no wrong:
Law cannot give my child his kingdom here ;
For he that holds his kingdom, holds the law;
Therefore, fince law itself is perfect wrong,
How can the law forbid my tongue to curse ?
Pand. Philip of France, on peril of a curse,
the hand of that arch-heretic;
And raise the pow'r of France upon his head,
Unless he do submit himself to Rome.
Eli. Look'st thou pale, France ? do not let go thy
Const. Look to that, devil ! left that France
repent, And, by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul.
Auft. King Philip, listen to the Cardinal.
Faulc. And hang a calve’s-skin on his recreant limbs.
Auft. Well, ruftian, I muft pocket up these wrongs,
Faulc. Your breeches best may carry them.
K. John. Philip, what say'st thou to the Cardinal ?
Conft. What should he say, but as the Cardinal ?
Lewis. Bethink you, father ; for the difference
Is purchase of a heavy curse from Rome,
Or the light loss of England for a friend;
Forego the easier.
Blanch. That's the curse of Rome.
Conft. Lewis, stand fast; the devil tempts thee here In likeness of a new untrimmed bride *.
K. Phil. I am perplex'd, and know not what to say. Pand. What can'st thou say, but will perplex thec
more, If thou stand excommunicate and curs’d? K. Phil. Good Rev'rend Father, make my person
your's; And tell me, how you would bestow yourself. This royal hand and mine are newly knit, And the conjunction of our inward souls Marry'd in league, coupled and link'd together, With all religious strength of sacred vows. The latest breath that gave the sound of words, Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love, Between our kingdoms and our royal felves. And even before this truce, but new before, No longer than we well could wash our hands To clap this royal bargain up of peace, Heav'n knows, they were besmear'd and over-stain'd With Slaughter's pencil; where Revenge did paint The fearful diff'rence of incensed Kings. And shall these hands, so lately purg'd of blood,
-a new untrimmed + bride.
Blanch. The Lady Constance speaks not from her faith;
But from her need.
Conft. Oh, if thou grant my need,
Which only lives but by the death of faith,
That need must needs infer this principle,
That faith would live again by death of need :
O, then tread down my need, and faith mounts up;
Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down.
K. John. The King is mov'd, and answers not to this,
Conjt. O, be remov'd from him, and answer well.
Auft. Do fo, King Philip; hang no more in doubt.
Faulc. Hang nothing but a calve's-skin, most sweet lont,
K. Phil. I am perplex’d, br.
i. 6. unsteady.
So newly join'd in love, so strong in both,
Unyoke this seizure, and this kind regreet ?
Play fast and loose with faith ? so jeft with heav'o ?
Make such unconftant children of ourselves,
As now again to snatch our palm from palm?
Unswear faith sworn, and on the marriage-bed
Of smiling peace to march a bloody hoft,
And make a riot on the gentle brow
Of true fincerity ? O holy Sir,
My Reverend Father, let it not be so;
Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose
Some gentle order, and we shall be bless'd
To do your pleasure, and continue friends.
Pand. All form is formless, order orderless,
Save what is opposite to England's love.
Therefore, to arms ! be champion of our church!
Or let the church our mother breathe her curse,
A mother's curse on her revolting fon.
France, thou may'st hold a serpent by the tongue,
A chafed lion by the mortal paw,
A fafting tyger safer by the tooth,
Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost hold.
K. Phil. I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith.
Pand. So mak’ft thou faith an enemy to faith;
And, like a civil war, fet'st oath to oath,
Thy tongue against thy tongue. O, let thy vow
First made to heav'n, first be to heav'n perform’d;
That is to be the champion of our church.
What since thou swor'ft, is sworn against thyself,
And may not be performed by thyself.
For that which thou hast sworn to do amiss,
Is yet amiss when it is truly done :
And being not done, where doing tends to ill,
The truth is then most done, not doing it.
The better act of purposes miftook,
Is to mistake again; tho' indirect,
Yet indirection thereby grows direct,
And falsehood falsehood cures; as fire cools fire,
Within the hed veins of one new-burn'd.
It is religion that doth make vows kept,
- But thou hast sworn against religion.
By what thou swear'ft, againft the thing thou swear'ft,
And mak'ít an oath the surety for thy truth;
Against an oath the truth thou art unfure-
Tofwear : swear only not to be forsworn;
Else what a mockery should it be to swear ?
But thou doft swear, only to be forsworn,
And most forsworn, to keep what thou doft swear,
Therefore thy latter vows, against thy first,
Is in thyself rebellion to thyself.
And better conquest never canít thou make,
Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts
Against thefe giddy, loose suggestions.
Upon which beiter part, our pray’rs come in,
If thou vouchsafe them. But if not, then know,
The peril of our curses light on thee
So heavy, as thou shalt not shake them off;
But, in despair, die under their black weight..
Auft. Rebellion, flat rebellion.
Faulc. Will’t not be?
Will not a calve’s-skin stop that mouth of thine ?
Lewis. Father, to arns.
Blanch. Upon thy wedding-day?
Against the blood that thou hast married ?
What, shall our feast be kept with slaughter'd men ?
Shall braying trumpets, and loud churlish drums,
Clamours of hell, be measures to our pomp?
O husband, hear me ; (ah! alack, how new
Is huiband in my mouth!); ev’n 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.
Conft. O, upon my knee,
Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee,
Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom
Forethought by heav'n.
Blanch. Now shall I see thy love; what motive may Be stronger with thee than the name of wife?
Conft. That which upholdeth him, that thee upholds, His honour. Oh, thine honour, Lewis, thine how
I.ewis. I muse your Majesty doth seem so cold,
When such profound respects do pull you on.
Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his hcad.