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That bloody spoil: Thou slave, thou wretch, thou

coward; Thou little valiant, great in villainy! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety! thou art perjur'd too, And sooth'st up greatness. What a fool art thou, A ramping fool; to brag, and stamp, and swear, Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave, Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side? Been sworn my soldier? bidding me depend Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength ? And dost thou now fall over to my foes ? Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. Aust. O, that a man should speak those words to

me! Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant

limbs. Aust. Thou dar'st not say so, villain, for thy life. Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant

limbs, K. John. We like not this; thou dost forget thy

i self.


K. Phi. Here comes the holy legate of the pope.

Pand. Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven! To thee, King John, my holy errand is. I Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal, And from pope Innocent the legate here, Do, in his name, religiously demand, Why thou against the church, our holy mother, So wilfully dost spurn; and, force perforce, Keep Stephen Langton, chosen archbishop


Of Canterbury, from that holy see?
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 slight, unworthy, and ridiculous,
To charge me to an answer, as the pope.
Tell him this tale; and from the mouth of Eng-

land, Add thus much more, ---That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions; But as we under heaven are supreme head, So, under him, that great supremacy, Where we do reign, we will alone uphold, Without the assistance of a mortal hand : So tell the pope; all reverence set-apart, To him, and his usurp'd authority. K. Phi. Brother of England, you blaspheme in

this. K. John. Though you, and all the kings of

Are led so 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 sale, sells pardon from himself :
Though you, and all the rest, so grossly led,

This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish;
Yet I, alone, alone do me oprase
Against the pope, and count his friends


foes. Pand. Then, by the lawful power that I have, Thou shalt stand curs'd, and excommunicate:

1 What earthly name to interrogatories,

Can task the free breath, &c.] i. e. What earthly name, sub. joined to interrogatories, can force a king to speak and answer them?

And blessed shall he be, that doth revolt
From his allegiance to an heretick;
And meritorious shall that hand be call’d,
Canonized, and worship'd as a saint,
That takes away by any secret course
Thy hateful life.

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

curse. Const. And for mine too; when law can do no

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,

the hand of that arch-heretick; And raise the power of France upon his head, Unless he do submit himself to Rome. Eli. Look'st thou pale, France? do not let go

thy hand. Const. Look to that, devil! lest that France re

And, by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul.

Aust. King Philip, listen to the cardinal.
Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on his recreant

limbs. Aust. Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these

wrongs, Because

Bast. Your breeches best may carry them. .
K. John. Philip, what say'st thou to the cardinal ?




Const. What should he say, but as the cardinal ?

Lew. Bethink you, father; for the difference
Is, purchase of a heavy curse from Rome,
Or the light loss of England for a friend :
Forgo the easier.

That's the curse of Rome.
Const. O Lewis, stand fast; the devil tempts

thee here, In likeness of a new untrimmed bride.? Blanch. The lady Constance speaks not from her

faith, But from her need. Const.

O, 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. Jóhn. The king is mov'd, and answers not to

this. Const. O, be remov'd from him, and answer well. Aust. Do so, king Philip; hang no

more in doubt. Bast. Hang nothing but a calf's-skin, most sweet

lout. K. Phi. I am perplex'd, and know not what to

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

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thee more,

If thou stand excommunicate, and curs’d?
K. Phi. Good reverend father, make my person

And tell me, how you would bestow yourself. .
This royal hand and mine are newly knit;
And the conjunction of our inward souls


a new untrimmed bride.] i. e. undressed.


Married 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 selves;
And even before this truce, but new before,-
No longer than we well could wash our hands,
To clap this royal bargain up of

Heaven knows, they were besmear'd and overstain'd
With slaughter's pencil; where revenge did paint
The fearful difference of incensed kings:
And shall these hands, so lately purg'd of blood,
So newly join'd in love, so strong in both,
Unyoke this seizure, and this kind regreet ?
Play fast and loose with faith? so jest with heaven,
Make such unconstant children of ourselves,
As now again to snatch our palm from palm;
Unswear faitli sworn; and on the marriage bed
Of smiling peace to march a bloody host,
And make a riot on the gentle brow
Of true sincerity? O holy sir,
My reverend father, let it not be so:
Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose
Some gentle order; and then 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 son. France, thou may'st hold a serpent by the tongue, A cased lion by the mortal paw, A fasting tiger safer by the tooth, Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost hold.

K. Phi. I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith.

Sthis kind regreet?] A regreet is an exchange of salutation.

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