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To me, and to the state of my great grief, Enter King Jox, King PHILIP, LEWIS, BLANCH, Let kings assemble; for my grief's so great ELINOR, Bastard, Austria, and Attendante. That no supporter but the huge firm earth
K. Phi. 'T is true, fair daughter; and this Can hold it up. Here I and sorrow sit :
blesséd day Here is my throne; bid kings come bow to it. Ever in France shall be kept festival.
(Throws herself on the ground. | To solemnise this day, the glorious sun
Stays in his course and plays the alchymist; | Proves valueless. You are forsworn, forsworn : Turning, with splendour of his precious eye, You came in arms to spill mine enemies' blood, The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold. But now in arms you strengthen it with yours: The yearly course that brings this day about The grappling vigour and rough frown of war Shall never see it but a holyday.
Is cold in amity and painted peace, Const. A wicked day, and not a holyday! And our oppression hath made up this league.
[Rising. Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjured kings! What hath this day deserved, what hath it done, A widow cries: be husband to me, heavens! That it in golden letters should be set
Let not the hours of this ungodly day Among the high tides in the kalendar ?
Wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset, Nay, rather turn this day out of the week; Set arméd discord 'twixt these perjured kings! This day of shame, oppression, perjury:
Hear me, O hear me ! Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child
Aust. Lady Constance, peace. Pray that their burdens may not fall this day, Const. War, war! no peace: peace is to me a war. Lest that their hopes prodigiously be crossed : O Lymoges! 0 Austria! thou dost shame But on this day let seamen fear no wreck; That bloody spoil. Thou slave, thou wretch, thou No bargains break that are not this day made:
coward! This day all things begun come to ill end; Thou little valiant, great in villany! Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side !
K. Phi. By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause Thou fortune's champion that dost never fight To curse the fair proceedings of this day. But when hier humorous ladyship is by llave I not pawned to you my majesty ?
To teach thee safety! thou art perjured too, Const. You have beguiled me with a counterfeit, And sooth'st up greatness. What a fool art thou, Resembling majesty; which, being touched and A ramping fool, to brag and stamp and swear tried,
| Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave,
Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side? Thou shalt stand cursed and excommunicate:
And meritorious shall that hand be called,
Const. O, lawful let it be Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant That I have room with Rome to curse awhile ! limbs.
Good father cardinal, cry thou “ Amen" Aust. Thou dar’st not say so, villain, for thy life. To my keen curses : for, without my wrong, Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant | There is no tongue hath power to curse him right. limbs.
Pand. There 's law and warrant, lady, for my K. John. We like not this; thou dost forget thyself.
Const. And for mine too: when law can do
no right, Enter PANDULPII.
Let it be lawful that law bar no wrong. K. Phi. Here comes the holy legate of the pope. Law cannot give my child his kingdom here; Pand. Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven!— For he that holds his kingdom holds the law : To thee, King John, my holy errand is. Therefore, since law itself is perfect wrong, I Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal,
How can the law forbid my tongue to curse ? And from Pope Innocent the legate here,
Pand. Philip of France, on peril of a curse, Do, in his name, religiously demand
Let go the hand of that arch-heretic; Why thou against the church, our holy mother, And raise the power of France upon his head, So wilfully dost spurn; and, force perforce, Unless lie do submit himself to Rome. Keep Stephen Langton, chosen Archbishop Eli. Look’st thou pale, France ? do not let go of Canterbury, from that holy see?
thy hand. This, in our 'foresaid holy father's name,
Const. Look to that, devil! lest that France Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee.
repent, K. John. What earthly name to interrogatories And, by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul. Can task the free breath of a sacred king ?
Aust. King Philip, listen to the cardinal. Thou canst not, cardinal, devise a name
Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on his recreant So slight, unworthy, and ridiculous,
limbs. To charge me to an answer, as the pope.
Aust. Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these Tell him this tale; and from the mouth of England
wrongs, Add thus much more,—that no Italian priest
priest | Because Shall tithe or toll in our dominions;
Bast. Your breeches best may carry thein. But as we under Heaven are supreme head,
K. John. Philip, what sayst thou to the cardinal? So, under Him, that great supremacy,
Const. What should he say but as the cardinal ? Where we do reign, we will alone uphold,
Lew. Bethink you, father : for the difference Without the assistance of a mortal hand.
Is, purchase of a heavy curse from Rome, So tell the pope ; all reverence set apart
Or the light loss of England for a friend. To him and his usurped authority.
Forego the easier. K. Phi. Brother of England, you blaspheme in Blanch. That's the curse of Rome. this.
Const. O Lewis, stand fast: the devil tempts K. John. Though you and all the kings of
thee here Christendom
| In likeness of a new untrimméd bride. Are led so grossly by this meddling priest, i Blanch. The lady Constance speaks not froin Dreading the curse that money may buy out;
her faith, And by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust, But from her need. Purchase corrupted pardon of a man,
Const. O, if thou grant my need, Who, in that sale, sells pardon from himself: Which only lives but by the death of faith, Though you and all the rest, so grossly led, That need must needs infer this principle, This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherislı, That faith would live again by death of need. Yet I alone, alone do me oppose
O then, tread down my need, and faith mounts Against the pope, and count his friends my foes.
up: Pand. Then, by the lawful power that I have, Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down.