Iohn. We like not this, thou dost forget thy selfe.
Enter Pandulph.
Fra. Heere comes the holy Legat of the Pope
Pan. Haile you annointed deputies of heauen; To thee King Iohn my holy errand is: I Pandulph, of faire Millane Cardinall, And from Pope Innocent the Legate heere, Doe in his name religiously demand Why thou against the Church, our holy Mother, So wilfully dost spurne; and force perforce Keepe Stephen Langton chosen Archbishop Of Canterbury from that holy Sea: This in our foresaid holy Fathers name Pope Innocent, I doe demand of thee
Iohn. What earthie name to Interrogatories Can tast the free breath of a sacred King?
Thou canst not (Cardinall) deuise a name So slight, vnworthy, and ridiculous To charge me to an answere, as the Pope: Tell him this tale, and from the mouth of England, Adde thus much more, that no Italian Priest Shall tythe or toll in our dominions: But as we, vnder heauen, are supreame head, So vnder him that great supremacy Where we doe reigne, we will alone vphold Without th" a.s.sistance of a mortall hand: So tell the Pope, all reuerence set apart To him and his vsurp"d authoritie
Fra. Brother of England, you blaspheme in this
Iohn. Though you, and all the Kings of Christendom Are led so grossely by this medling Priest, Dreading the curse that money may buy out, And by the merit of vilde gold, drosse, dust, Purchase corrupted pardon of a man, Who in that sale sels pardon from himselfe: Though you, and al the rest so grossely led, This iugling witchcraft with reuennue cherish, Yet I alone, alone doe me oppose Against the Pope, and count his friends my foes
Pand. Then by the lawfull power that I haue, Thou shalt stand curst, and excommunicate, And blessed shall he be that doth reuolt From his Allegeance to an heretique, And meritorious shall that hand be call"d, Canonized and worship"d as a Saint, That takes away by any secret course Thy hatefull life
Con. O lawfull let it be That I haue roome with Rome to curse a while, Good Father Cardinall, cry thou Amen To my keene curses; for without my wrong There is no tongue hath power to curse him right
Pan. There"s Law and Warrant (Lady) for my curse
Cons. And for mine too, when Law can do no right.
Let it be lawfull, that Law barre no wrong: Law cannot giue my childe his kingdome heere; For he that holds his Kingdome, holds the Law: Therefore since Law it selfe is perfect wrong, How can the Law forbid my tongue to curse?
Pand. Philip of France, on perill of a curse, Let goe the hand of that Arch-heretique, And raise the power of France vpon his head, Vnlesse he doe submit himselfe to Rome
Elea. Look"st thou pale France? do not let go thy hand
Con. Looke to that Deuill, lest that France repent, And by disioyning hands h.e.l.l lose a soule
Aust. King Philip, listen to the Cardinall
Bast. And hang a Calues-skin on his recreant limbs
Aust. Well ruffian, I must pocket vp these wrongs, Because, Bast. Your breeches best may carry them
Iohn. Philip, what saist thou to the Cardinall?
Con. What should he say, but as the Cardinall?
Dolph. Bethinke you father, for the difference Is purchase of a heauy curse from Rome, Or the light losse of England, for a friend: Forgoe the easier
Bla. That"s the curse of Rome
Con. O Lewis, stand fast, the deuill tempts thee heere In likenesse of a new vntrimmed Bride
Bla. The Lady Constance speakes not from her faith, But from her need
Con. Oh, if thou grant my need, Which onely liues but by the death of faith, That need, must needs inferre this principle, That faith would liue againe by death of need: O then tread downe my need, and faith mounts vp, Keepe my need vp, and faith is trodden downe
Iohn. The king is moud, and answers not to this
Con. O be remou"d from him, and answere well
Aust. Doe so king Philip, hang no more in doubt
Bast. Hang nothing but a Calues skin most sweet lout
Fra. I am perplext, and know not what to say
Pan. What canst thou say, but wil perplex thee more?
If thou stand excommunicate, and curst?
Fra. Good reuerend father, make my person yours, And tell me how you would bestow your selfe?
This royall hand and mine are newly knit, And the coniunction of our inward soules Married in league, coupled, and link"d together With all religous strength of sacred vowes, The latest breath that gaue the sound of words Was deepe-sworne faith, peace, amity, true loue Betweene our kingdomes and our royall selues, And euen before this truce, but new before, No longer then we well could wash our hands, To clap this royall bargaine vp of peace, Heauen knowes they were besmear"d and ouer-staind With slaughters pencill; where reuenge did paint The fearefull difference of incensed kings: And shall these hands so lately purg"d of bloud?
So newly ioyn"d in loue? so strong in both, Vnyoke this seysure, and this kinde regreete?
Play fast and loose with faith? so iest with heauen, Make such vnconstant children of our selues As now againe to s.n.a.t.c.h our palme from palme: Vn-sweare faith sworne, and on the marriage bed Of smiling peace to march a b.l.o.o.d.y hoast, And make a ryot on the gentle brow Of true sincerity? O holy Sir My reuerend father, let it not be so; Out of your grace, deuise, ordaine, impose Some gentle order, and then we shall be blest To doe your pleasure, and continue friends
Pand. All forme is formelesse, Order orderlesse, Saue what is opposite to Englands loue.
Therefore to Armes, be Champion of our Church, Or let the Church our mother breathe her curse, A mothers curse, on her reuolting sonne: France, thou maist hold a serpent by the tongue, A cased Lion by the mortall paw, A fasting Tyger safer by the tooth, Then keepe in peace that hand which thou dost hold
Fra. I may dis-ioyne my hand, but not my faith
Pand. So mak"st thou faith an enemy to faith, And like a ciuill warre setst oath to oath, Thy tongue against thy tongue. O let thy vow First made to heauen, first be to heauen perform"d, That is, to be the Champion of our Church, What since thou sworst, is sworne against thy selfe, And may not be performed by thy selfe, For that which thou hast sworne to doe amisse, Is not amisse when it is truely done: And being not done, where doing tends to ill, The truth is then most done not doing it: The better Act of purposes mistooke, Is to mistake again, though indirect, Yet indirection thereby growes direct, And falshood, falshood cures, as fire cooles fire Within the scorched veines of one new burn"d: It is religion that doth make vowes kept, But thou hast sworne against religion: By what thou swear"st against the thing thou swear"st, And mak"st an oath the suretie for thy truth, Against an oath the truth, thou art vnsure To sweare, sweares onely not to be forsworne, Else what a mockerie should it be to sweare?
But thou dost sweare, onely to be forsworne, And most forsworne, to keepe what thou dost sweare, Therefore thy later vowes, against thy first, Is in thy selfe rebellion to thy selfe: And better conquest neuer canst thou make, Then arme thy constant and thy n.o.bler parts Against these giddy loose suggestions: Vpon which better part, our prayrs come in, If thou vouchsafe them. But if not, then know The perill of our curses light on thee So heauy, as thou shalt not shake them off But in despaire, dye vnder their blacke weight
Aust. Rebellion, flat rebellion
Bast. Wil"t not be?
Will not a Calues-skin stop that mouth of thine?
Daul. Father, to Armes
Blanch. Vpon thy wedding day?
Against the blood that thou hast married?
What, shall our feast be kept with slaughtered men?
Shall braying trumpets, and loud churlish drums Clamors of h.e.l.l, be measures to our pomp?
O husband heare me: aye, alacke, how new Is husband in my mouth? euen for that name Which till this time my tongue did nere p.r.o.nounce; Vpon my knee I beg, goe not to Armes Against mine Vncle
Const. O, vpon my knee made hard with kneeling, I doe pray to thee, thou vertuous Daulphin, Alter not the doome fore-thought by heauen
Blan. Now shall I see thy loue, what motiue may Be stronger with thee, then the name of wife?
Con. That which vpholdeth him, that thee vpholds, His Honor, Oh thine Honor, Lewis thine Honor
Dolph. I muse your Maiesty doth seeme so cold, When such profound respects doe pull you on?
Pand. I will denounce a curse vpon his head
Fra. Thou shalt not need. England, I will fall fro[m] thee
Const. O faire returne of banish"d Maiestie
Elea. O foule reuolt of French inconstancy
Eng. France, y shalt rue this houre within this houre
Bast. Old Time the clocke setter, y bald s.e.xton Time: Is it as he will? well then, France shall rue