K. Phi. Here comes the holy legate of the pope.135
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 demand140
Why thou against the church, our holy mother,
So wilfully dost spurn; and force perforce
Keep Stephen Langton, chosen archbishop[286]
Of Canterbury, from that holy see?[287]
This, in our foresaid holy father's name,145
Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee.
K. John. What earthy name to interrogatories[288]
Can task the free breath of a sacred king?[289]
Thou canst not, cardinal, devise a name
So slight, unworthy and ridiculous,150
To charge me to an answer, as the pope.[290]
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,[291]155
So under Him that great supremacy,[292]
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.160
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,165
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 revenue cherish,
Yet I alone, alone do me oppose170
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 revolt
From his allegiance to an heretic;175
And meritorious shall that hand be call'd,
Canonized and worshipp'd as a saint,[293]
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![294]180
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,[295]185
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?190
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.195
Const. Look to that, devil; lest that France repent,[296]
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.[297]
Aust. Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs,200
Because—
Bast. Your breeches best may carry them.
K. John. Philip, what say'st 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,205
Or the light loss of England for a friend:
Forego the easier.
Blanch. That's the curse of Rome.[298]
Const. O Lewis, stand fast! the devil tempts thee here[299]
In likeness of a new untrimmed bride.[300]
Blanch. The Lady Constance speaks not from her faith,[301]210
But from her need.[301]
Const. O, if thou grant my need,[301]
Which only lives but by the death of faith,[301]
That need must needs infer this principle,[301]
That faith would live again by death of need.[301]
O then, tread down my need, and faith mounts up;[301]215
Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down![301]
K. John. The king is moved, and answers not to this.[301][302]
Const. O, be removed from him, and answer well![301]
Aust. Do so, King Philip; hang no more in doubt.[301]
Bast. Hang nothing but a calf's-skin, most sweet lout.[301]220
K. Phi. I am perplex'd, and know not what to say.
Pand. What canst thou say but will perplex thee more,
If thou stand excommunicate and cursed?
K. Phi. Good reverend father, make my person yours,
And tell me how you would bestow yourself.225
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 save the sound of words230
Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love
Between our kingdoms and our royal selves,
And even before this truce, but new before,[303]
No longer than we well could wash our hands
To clap this royal bargain up of peace,235
Heaven knows, they were besmear'd and overstain'd
With slaughter's pencil, where revenge did paint
The fearful difference of incensed kings:
And shall these hands, so lately purged of blood,
So newly join'd in love, so strong in both,240
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,
Unswear faith sworn, and on the marriage-bed245
Of smiling peace to march a bloody host,
And make a riot on the gentle brow
Of true sincerity? O, holy sir,
My reverend father, let it not be so!
Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose250
Some gentle order; and then we shall be blest[304]
To do your pleasure and continue friends.
Pand. All form is formless, order orderless.
Save what is opposite to England's love.
Therefore to arms! be champion of our church,255
Or let the church, our mother, breathe her curse,
A mother's curse, on her revolting son.
France, thou mayst hold a serpent by the tongue,
A chafed lion by the mortal paw,[305]
A fasting tiger safer by the tooth,260
Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost hold.
K. Phi. I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith.
Pand. So makest thou faith an enemy to faith;
And like a civil war set'st oath to oath,
Thy tongue against thy tongue. O, let thy vow265
First made to heaven, first be to heaven perform'd,
That is, to be the champion of our church.
What since thou sworest is sworn against thyself
And may not be performed by thyself,
For that which thou hast sworn to do amiss270
Is not amiss when it is truly done,[306]
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,[307]275
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,280
By what thou swear'st against the thing thou swear'st,[308]
And makest an oath the surety for thy truth[309]
Against an oath: the truth thou art unsure[309][310][311]
To swear, swears only not to be forsworn;[311][312]
Else what a mockery should it be to swear!285
But thou dost swear only to be forsworn;
And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost swear.
Therefore thy later vows against thy first[313]
Is in thyself rebellion to thyself;
And better conquest never canst thou make290
Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts
Against these giddy loose suggestions:[314]
Upon which better part our prayers come in,
If thou vouchsafe them. But if not, then know
The peril of our curses light on thee[315]295
So heavy as thou shalt not shake them off,
But in despair die under their black weight.
Aust. Rebellion, flat rebellion!
Bast. Will't not be?
Will not a calf's-skin stop that mouth of thine?
Lew. Father, to arms![316]
Blanch. Upon thy wedding-day?300
Against the blood that thou hast married?
What, shall our feast be kept with slaughtered men?[317]
Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums,
Clamours of hell, be measures to our pomp?
O husband, hear me! ay, alack, how new[318]305
Is husband in my mouth! even for that name,
Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce,
Upon my knee I beg, go not to arms
Against mine uncle.
Const. O, upon my knee,[319]
Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee,[319]310
Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom[319]
Forethought by heaven![319]
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,315
His honour: O, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour!
Lew. I muse your majesty doth seem so cold,
When such profound respects do pull you on.
Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head.
K. Phi. Thou shalt not need. England, I will fall from thee.[320]320
Const. O fair return of banish'd majesty!
Eli. O foul revolt of French inconstancy!
K. John. France, thou shalt rue this hour within this hour.
Bast. Old Time the clock-setter, that bald sexton Time,
Is it as he will? well then, France shall rue.325
Blanch. The sun's o'ercast with blood: fair day, adieu!
Which is the side that I must go withal?
I am with both: each army hath a hand;
And in their rage, I having hold of both,
They whirl asunder and dismember me.330
Husband, I cannot pray that thou mayst win;
Uncle, I needs must pray that thou mayst lose;
Father, I may not wish the fortune thine;
Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive:
Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose;335
Assured loss before the match be play'd.
Lew. Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.[321]
Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there my life dies.
K. John. Cousin, go draw our puissance together.