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And blessed shall he be, that doth revolt
Const. O, lawful let it be,
Pand. There's law and warrant, lady, for my curse.
Const. 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, 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-heretick; And raise the power of France upon his head, Unless he do submit himself to Rome. [hand.
Eli. Look'st thou pale, France ? do not let go thy
Const. Look to that, devil! lest that France repent, And, by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul.
Aust. King Philip, listen to the cardinal.
Aust. Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs Because
Phil. Your breeches best may carry them.
Lew. Bethink you, father; for the difference
That's the curse of Rome.
K. John. 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. Phil. 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 thee If thou stand excommunicate, and curs’d? (more,
K. Phi. Good reverend father, make my person And tell me how you would bestow yourself. (yours, This royal hand and mine are newly knit; And the conjunction of our inward souls Married in league, coupled and linked 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 peace, 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 faith 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
ii. e. in love that is so strong in both parties.
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 eurse, 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.
Pand. So mak'st thou faith an enemy to faith; And, like a civil war, set'st oath to oath, Thy tongue against thy tongue. O, let thy vow First made to heaven, first be to heaven perform’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 not 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 mistook Is, to mistake again; though indirect, Yet indirection thereby 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; Therefore, thy latter vows, against thy first, Is in thyself rebellion to thyself: And better conquest never canst thou make, Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts Against those giddy loose suggestions : Upon which better part our prayers come in,
· A lion irritated by confinement.
e truly done, here, in the riddling language of the legate, seems to mean left undone.
If thou vouchsafe them : but, if not, then know,
Aust. Rebellion, flat rebellion!
Will't not be?
Len. Father, to arms!
Upon thy wedding-day?
O, upon my knee, Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee, Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom Fore-thought by heaven.
Blanch. Now shall I see thy love; What motive Be stronger with thee than the name of wife? [may
Const. That which upholdeth him that thee upholds, His honour: 0, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour!
Lew. I muse,' your majesty doth seem so cold,
Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head.
this hour. Phil. Old time the clock-setter, that bald sexton time, Is it as he will ? well then, France shall rue.
Blanch. The sun's o'ercast with blood : Fair day, Which is the side that I must go withal ? [adieu ! I am with both : each army hath a hand : And, in their rage, I having hold of both, They whirl asunder, and dismeniber me. Husband, I cannot pray that thou may'st win; Uncle, I needs must pray that thou may'st lose; Father, I may not wish the fortune thine; Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive: Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose; Assured loss, before the match be play'd.
Lew. Lady, with me; with me thy fortune lies. Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there my
life dies. K. John. Cousin, go draw our puissance together.
[Exit PHILIP. France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath; A rage, whose heat hath this condition, Than nothing can allay, nothing but blood, The blood, and dearest-valu'd blood, of France. K. Phi. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou
shalt turn To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire; Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy. K. John. No more than he that threats.—To arms let's hie !
SCENE II.--The same. Plains near Angiers.
Alarums, excursions. Enter Philip, with AUSTRIA'S
head. Phil. Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous Some airy devil hovers in the sky,
shot: And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there; While Philip breathes.
Enter King John, ARTHUR, and HUBERT.