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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, in To charge me to an answer, as the pope. Tell him this tale; and from the mouth of E
nd, Add thus much more. That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions; Bnt 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
Pand, Then, by the lawful power that I have,
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
Pand. Philip of France, on peril of a curse,
band. Const. Look to that, devil! lest that France re
Aust. King Philip, listen to the cardinal.
Your breeches best may carry them. K. John. Philip, what say'st thou to the cardinal? Const. What should be say, but as the cardinal?
Lew. Bethink you, father; for the difference
That's the curse of Rome.
here, In likeness of a new untrimmed* bride. Blanch. The lady Constance speaks not from her
faith, But from her need.
• • Wheu unadora'd, adorn'd the most.'
· Thomson's Autumn, 206.
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; 0, then, tread down my need, and faith mounts up; Keep my need up, and faith is troddev down.
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. 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 thee
more, If thou stand excommunicate, and curs'd? K. Phi. Good reverend father, make my person
yours, And tell me, how you would bestow yourself. This royal hand and mine are newly knit; And the conjunction of our inward souls 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 Jeep.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 peaceHeaven knows, they were besmear'd and over.
stain'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;
• Exchange of salutation,
Unswear faith sworn; and on the marriage bed
Pand. All form is formless, order orderless,
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. 0, let thy vow First made to heaven, first be to heaven perform'd; That is, to be the champion of our church! What siace 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 buru'd. It is religion, that doth make rows kept; But thou hast sworn against religion; By what thou swear'st, against the thing thou
swear'st; And mak'st an oath the surety for thy truth Against an oath: The truth thou art unsure
To swear, swear only not to be forsworn;
Aust. Rebellion, flat rebellion!
Will't not be?
Lew. Father, to arms!
Upon thy wedding day?
0, upon my knee, Made hard witb 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
may Be stronger with thee than the name of wife? Const. That which upholdeth him that thee
upholds, His honour: 0, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour!
* Music for dancing,