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Law cannot give my child his kingdom bere;
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 curfe,
Let
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the hand of that arch-heretick; And

raise the pow'r of France upon his head, Unless he do submit himself to Rome.

Eli. Look'it thou pale, France? do not let go thy hand.

Const. Look to that, devil! left that France repent, And, by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul.

Aujt. King Philip, liften to the Cardinal.
Faulc. And hang a calve's-skin on his recreant limbs.

Auft. Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs, Because

Fau's. Your breeches best may carry them.
K. John. Philip, what say'it thou to the Cardinal?
Conft. What should he say, but as the Cardinal ?

Lewis. Bethink you, father; for the difference
Is purchace of a heavy curse from Rome,
Or the light loss of England for a friend,
Forgo the easier.

Blanch. That's the curse of Rome.

Conf. Lewis, ftand faft; the devil tempts thee here(16) In likeness of a new and trimmed bride.

Blanch. The lady Constance fpeaks not from her faith : But from her need. (16)

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Confi. Oh, 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.
Conft. O, be remov'd from him, and answer well.
Auft. Do so, King Philip; hang no more in doubt.
Faule. Hang nothing but a calve's-skin, moft sweet lout.
K. Philip. I am perplext, and know not what to say.

Pand. What can't thou say, but will perplex thee more,
If thou stand excommunicate and curit?

K. Philip. Good rev’rend father, make myperson yours;
And tell me, how you would bestow yourself.
This royal hand and 'mine are newly knit,
And the conjunction of our inward souls
Marry'd in league, coupled and link'd together
With all religious strength of sacred vows :
The latest breath, that gave the sound of words,
Was deep-fworn faith, peace, amity, true love
Between our kingdoms, and our royal felves,
And ev'n before this truce, but new before,
No longer than we well could wash our hands
To clap this royal bargain up of peace,
Heav'n knows, they were besmear'd and over-stain'd
With flaughter's pencil; where revenge did paint
The fearful diff'rence of incensed Kings.
And shall these hands, fo lately purg'd of blood,
Só newly join'd in love fo trong in both,
Unyoke this seisure, and this kind regreet?
Play fast and loose with faith i ro jest wi:h heav'n,
Make such unconstant children of ourselves,
As now again to snatch our palm from palm?
Un-swear faith fworn, and on the marriage-bed
Of smiling peace to march a bloody hoft,
And make a riot on the gentle brow
Of true fincerity ? O holy Sir,
My reverend father, let it not be so;
Qut of your grace, devise, ordain, impose

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Some gentle order, and we fhall be blest
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 !
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 chafed lion by the mortal paw,
A fafting tyger fafer by the tooth,
Than keep in peace that hand, which thou doft hold.

K. Philip. I may dis-join my hand, but not my faith.

Pand. So mak’t thou faith an enemy to faith ; And, like a civil war, set'ft oath to oath, Thy tongue against thy tongue. O, let thy vow Firít made to heav'n, first be to heav'n perform'ds That is, to be the champion of our church. What since thou fior'it, is sworn against thyself; And may not be performed by thyself. For that, which thou haft 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 ; tho' indirect, Yet indirection thereby grows direct, And fallhood falfhood cures; as fire cools fire, Within the scorched yeins of one new-burn'd. It is religion that doth make vows kept, But thou hast sworn againīt religion : By what thou swear'it, against the thing thou swear'ft: And mak'it an oath the furety for thy truth, Against an oath the truth thou art unsure To swear, twear only not to be forsworn, Else what a mockery hould it be to swear : But thou dot swear, only to be forsworn, And most fortworn, to keep what thou doft sweat. Therefore thy latter vows, againit thy first, Is in thyself rebellion to thyself.

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And better conquest never canst thou make,
Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts
Against these giddy, loose suggestions ;
Upon which better part, our pray’rs come in,
If thou vouchsafe them. But if not, then know,
The peril of our curses light on thee
So heavy, as thou shalt not shake them off ;
But, io despair, die under their black weight.

Auft. Rebellion, flat rebellion.

Faulc. Will't not be ?
Will not a calve's-skin itop that mouth of thine ?

Lewis. Father, to arms.

Blanch. Upon thy wedding day?
Against the blood that thou hast married ?
What, fhall our feast be kept with Naughter'd men ?
Shall braying trumpets, and loud churlith drums,
Clamours of hell, be measures to our pomp?
O husband, hear me : (ay, alack, how new
Is husband in my mouth :) ev'n 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.

Conft. O, upon my knee,
Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee,
Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom
Forethought by heav'n.

Blanch. Now shall I see thy love ; what motive may Be Itronger with thee than the name of wife?

Conft. That which upholdeth him, that thee upholds, His honour. Oh, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour!

Lewis. I muse, your Majesty doth feem so cold,
When such profound respects do pull you on?

Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head ?
K. Philip. Thou shalt not need. England, I'll fall

frotn thee.
Conf. O fair return of banish's Majesty!
Eli. O feul revcle of French inconftancy!
K.Joh. France, thou shaltrue this hour within this hour.
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Is it, as he will ? well then, France fhait rire.

Blanch. The fun's o'ercait with blood : fair day, adieu!
W’hich is the fide that I must

withal ?
I am with both; each army háth a hand,
And in their rage, I having bold of both,
They whirl afunder, and dismember me.
Husband, I cannot pray that thou may'it win:
Uncle, I needs must pray that thou may'st loose:
Father, I may not with the fortune thine :
Grandam, I will not with thy wilhes thrive :
Whoever wins, on that'fide shall I lose:
Allured loss, before the match be play'd.

Lewis. Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.
Blan. There where my fortune lives, there my life dies.
K. John. Coufin, go draw our puissance together.

(Exit Faulconbridge. France, I am Burn'd up with inflaming wrath,

A rage, whose heat hath this condition;
That noitting can allay, néthitg bát blood,
The blood, and deareit-valu'd blood of France.

K.Ph.Thy rage Mall barn thee up, and thuu shalt turd
To afhes, ere our blood fhall quench that fire:
Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy.
K. John. No more, than he that ihreats. To arms
let's hie.

[Exeunt. SCENE changes to a Field of battle. Alarms, Excursions : Enter Fautconbridge, with Auftria's

head. Faul. Yow, by my life, this day grows wond'rous

hot; (17) (17)

it gropus wondrous bor; Some airy Devill.coers in the jay.) l'have, by Mr. Warbuih ton's direction, ven:ord to lubilitite, fiery Deavil. It is a very un. conclusive inference, sure, that, because it grew wond'rous hot, come airy Devil hovered in the sky. It is a fort of reasoning, that carries an air of ridicule ; unless we could determine, that the Poet meant

by the epithet than to express the Sacred Text, in which the Devil i ftiled the Prince of the Air.' VOL. III.

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