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Why thou against the church, our holy mother,
K. John. What earthly name to interrogatories,
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 usurp'd authority.
K. Phi. Brother of England, you blaspheme in this.
Pand. Then, by the lawful power that I have,
O, lawful let it be,
my curse. Const. And for mine too; when law can do no
Pand. Philip of France; on peril of a curse,
the hand of that arch-heretick; 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. Your breeches best may carry them.
Lew. Bethink you, father; for the difference
That's the curse of Rome.
here, In likeness of a new untrimmed 8 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. 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
$ " When unadorn'd adorn'd the most."
Thomson's Autumn, 206, VOL. IV,
If thou stand excommunicate, and curs'd?
9 Exchange of salutation.
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 curse, 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. 0, 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 ; 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