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Faulc. “What words are thefe ? how do my finews
My father's foe clad in my father's spoil ! [shake!
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 this soul I swear, my father's soul,

Twice 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 dost forget thyself.

S CE N E III. Enter Pandulph.
K. Phil, Here comes the boly Legate of the pope.

Pand. Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven!
To thee, King John, my holy errand is :
1, 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, 1 dò demand of thee.

K. John. What earthly náme to interrogatories
Can task the free breath of a sacred King?
Thou canst not, Cardinal, devise à 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, under Heav'n, are supreme head,
So, under him, that great fupremacy,
Where we do reign, we will alone uphold,
Without th' affiftance of a mortal hand.
So tell the Pope, all rev'rence set apart
To him and his usurp'd authority.

K.Phil. Brother of England, you blafpheme in this.

K. John. Tho’you and all the Kings of Christendom
Are led fo grossly by this meddling priest,



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Threrate cherish;
telare, ace come circe
Karte Prre, and couscas triends my foes.

Part. The brize lawiul power that i hare,
1kg: ítani curss, and excommunicate;
Ásd Sindhal he be that doch revoit
Frashi, aile giance to an heretic ;
nud meritorious fhail that hand be call'd,
Cancized and uoridippd as a faint,
That takes away by any secret courie
Thv hateful life.

Conf. O, lawful let it be,
That I have room with Rome to curse a while.
Good Father Cardinal, cry thou, Amen,
To my 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 curfe,

Conft. And for mine ico; 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, since law itself is perfect wrong, How can the law forbid my tongue to curse ?

Pand. Philip of France, on peril of a curse, Let go the hand of that arch-herctic; And raise the pow'r of France upon his head, Unless he do submit himself to Rome. Eli. Leok'st thou pale, France? do not let go thy

hand. Conft. Look to that, devil! left that France repent, And, by disjoining hands, hell lose a foul.

11fi. King Philip, liiten to the Cardinal. Faule. And hang a calve's-lkin on his recreant limbs.

/*. Well, rutian, I must pocket up these wrongs, Because

Frulo. Your breeches best may carry them.
X. 3olu. Philip, what fay'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 eafier.

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 fay.' Pand. What can'st thou say, but will perplex thee

more, If thou stand excommunicate and curs'd ? K. Phil. Good Rev'rend Father, make my person

your's ; And tell


would bestow yourself, This royal hand and mine are newly knit, And the conjunction of our inward fouls Marry'd in league, coupled and link'd together, With all religious strength of sacred vows. The latest breath that gave the found of words, Was deep-tworn 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 beimeard and over-stain'd With flaughter's pencil ; where Revenge did paint T'he fearful diff'rence of incensed Kings. And shall these hands, fo lately purge'd of blood,

me, how

a new untrimmed t bride.
Blaneb. The Lady Constance speaks not from her faith;
But from her need.

Cont. 0, it hou grant my need,
Which only lives but by ihe death of faith,
'That need mut ne ds infer this principle,
That fiith would live ayi'n by death of neel:
O, then trualdowo my need, anu faith mounts
Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down,

K John. Th: King is m'd, and an-wers not to ibis.
Conit (, be remur'd from him, and answer well.
Aujl. Do to, K'rg Palip; hang no more in doubt.
Faul. llig nothing but a calve's skin, mot sweet lout,
K. Ptil. I am perplex's, &c.
t is e, untajy.

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So newly join'd in love, fo strong in both,
Unyoke this seizure, and this kind regreet?
Play fast and loose with faith, so jest with heav'n?
Make such unconitant 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 hoit,
And make a riot on the gentle brow
Of true fincerity? O holy Sir,
My Reverend Father, let it not be fo;
Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose
Some gentle order, and we shall be blefs'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 son.
France, thou may'st hold a serpent by the tongue,
A chafed lion by the mortal paw,
A fasting tyger fafer 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'st thou faith an enemy to faith; And, like a civil war, set’lt oath to oath, Thy tongue against thy tongue. O, let thy vo Firit made to heav'n, first be to heav'n performn'd; That is to be the champion of our church. What since thou swor’st, 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 purpofes mistook, Is to mistake again; tho' indirect, Yet indirection thcreby grows direct, And falsehood falsehood cures; as fire cools fire, Within the scorched veins of one new-burn'd. It is religion that doth make vows kept, But thou hast sworn against religion. By what thou swear'it, against the thing thou swear't,

And pon

And mak'st an oath the surety for thy truth ;
Against an oath the truth thou art unsure-
To swear: fwear only not to be forfworn;
Else what a mockery thould it be to swear ?
But thou doft swear, only to be forsworn,
And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost swear.
Therefore thy latter vows, against thy first,
Is in thyself rebellion to thyself.
And better conqueit never canst thou make,
Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts
Against these giddy, loose suggestions.
U which better 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 arms.

Blanch. Upon thy wedding-day?
Against the blood that thou hast married ?
What, shall our feat 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 husband 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 ho

Lewis. I muse your Majesty doth seem so cold,
When such profound respects do pull you on.
Pand. I will denounce a cursa upon his head.

K. Phil.

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