Stays in his course and plays the alchymist;
Turning, with splendour of his precious eye,
The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold.
The yearly course that brings this day about
Shall never see it but a holyday.

Const. A wicked day, and not a holyday!
[Rising.
What hath this day deserved, what hath it done,
That it in golden letters should be set
Among the high tides in the kalendar?
Nay, rather turn this day out of the week;
This day of shame, oppression, perjury:
Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child
Pray that their burdens may not fall this day,
Lest that their hopes prodigiously be crossed:
But on this day let seamen fear no wreck;
No bargains break that are not this day made:
This day all things begun come to ill end;
Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change!

K. Phi. By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause To curse the fair proceedings of this day. Have I not pawned to you my majesty ?

Const. You have beguiled me with a counterfeit, Resembling majesty; which, being touched and tried,

Proves valueless. You are forsworn, forsworn:
You came in arms to spill mine enemies' blood,
But now in arms you strengthen it with yours:
The grappling vigour and rough frown of war
Is cold in amity and painted peace,
And our oppression hath made up this league.
Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjured kings!
A widow cries: be husband to me, heavens!
Let not the hours of this ungodly day
Wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset,
Set arméd discord 'twixt these perjured kings!
Hear me, O hear me!

Aust.

Lady Constance, peace.
Const. War, war! no peace: peace is to me a war.
O Lymoges! O Austria! thou dost shame
That bloody spoil. Thou slave, thou wretch, thou
coward!

Thou little valiant, great in villany!
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 perjured 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 these 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 thyself.

Enter PANDULPHI.

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 England
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 usurped authority.

K. Phi. Brother of England, you blaspheme in this.

K. John. Though you and all the kings of
Christendom

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 revénue cherish,
Yet I alone, alone do me oppose

Against the pope, and count his friends my foes.
Pand. Then, by the lawful power that I have,

Thou shalt stand cursed and excommunicate:
And blessed shall he be that doth revoit
From his allegiance to an heretic;
And meritorious shall that hand be called,
Canoniséd and worshipped as a saint,
That takes away by any secret course
Thy hateful life.

Const. O, lawful let it be
That I have room with Rome to curse awhile!
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 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-heretic;
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

repent,

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 sayst 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.
Forego the easier.

Blanch. That's the curse of Rome. Const. O Lewis, stand fast: the devil tempts thee here

In likeness of a new untrimméd 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.