1000Fran. 'Tis true (faire daughter) and this blessed day,

1001Euer in France shall be kept festiuall:

1002To solemnize this day the glorious sunne

1003Stayes in his course, and playes the Alchymist,

1004Turning with splendor of his precious eye

1005The meager cloddy earth to glittering gold:

1006The yearely course that brings this day about,

1007Shall neuer see it, but a holy day.

1008Const. A wicked day, and not a holy day.

1009What hath this day deseru'd? what hath it done,

1010That it in golden letters should be set

1011Among the high tides in the Kalender?

1012Nay, rather turne this day out of the weeke,

1013This day of shame, oppression, periury.

1014Or if it must stand still, let wiues with childe

1015Pray that their burthens may not fall this day,

1016Lest that their hopes prodigiously be crost:

1017But (on this day) let Sea-men feare no wracke,

1018No bargaines breake that are not this day made;

1019This day all things begun, come to ill end,

1020Yea, faith it selfe to hollow falshood change.

1021Fra. By heauen Lady, you shall haue no cause

1022To curse the faire proceedings of this day:

1023Haue I not pawn'd to you my Maiesty?

1024Const. You haue beguil'd me with a counterfeit

1025Resembling Maiesty, which being touch'd and tride,

1026Proues valuelesse: you are forsworne, forsworne,

1027You came in Armes to spill mine enemies bloud,

1028But now in Armes, you strengthen it with yours.

1029The grapling vigor, and rough frowne of Warre

1030Is cold in amitie, and painted peace,

1031And our oppression hath made vp this league:

1032Arme, arme, you heauens, against these periur'd Kings,

1033A widdow cries, be husband to me (heauens)

1034Let not the howres of this vngodly day

1035Weare out the daies in Peace; but ere Sun-set,

1036Set armed discord 'twixt these periur'd Kings,

1037Heare me, Oh, heare me.

1038Aust. Lady Constance, peace.

1039Const. War, war, no peace, peace is to me a warre:

1040O Lymoges, O Austria, thou dost shame

1041That bloudy spoyle: thou slaue thou wretch, y^u coward,

1042Thou little valiant, great in villanie,

1043Thou euer strong vpon the stronger side;

1044Thou Fortunes Champion, that do'st neuer fight

1045But when her humourous Ladiship is by

1046To teach thee safety: thou art periur'd too,

1047And sooth'st vp greatnesse. What a foole art thou,

1048A ramping foole, to brag, and stamp, and sweare,

1049Vpon my partie: thou cold blooded slaue,

1050Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side?

1051Beene sworne my Souldier, bidding me depend

1052Vpon thy starres, thy fortune, and thy strength,

1053And dost thou now fall ouer to my foes?

1054Thou weare a Lyons hide, doff it for shame,

1055And hang a Calues skin on those recreant limbes.

1056Aus. O that a man should speake those words to me.

1057Phil. And hang a Calues-skin on those recreant limbs

1058Aus. Thou dar'st not say so villaine for thy life.

1059Phil. And hang a Calues-skin on those recreant limbs.

1060Iohn. We like not this, thou dost forget thy selfe.

1062Fra. Heere comes the holy Legat of the Pope.

1063Pan. Haile you annointed deputies of heauen;

1064To thee King Iohn my holy errand is:

1065I Pandulph, of faire Millane Cardinall,

1066And from Pope Innocent the Legate heere,

1067Doe in his name religiously demand

1068Why thou against the Church, our holy Mother,

1069So wilfully dost spurne; and force perforce

1070Keepe Stephen Langton chosen Arshbishop

1071Of Canterbury from that holy Sea:

1072This in our foresaid holy Fathers name

1073Pope Innocent, I doe demand of thee.

1074Iohn. What earthie name to Interrogatories

1075Can tast the free breath of a sacred King?

1076Thou canst not (Cardinall) deuise a name

1077So slight, vnworthy, and ridiculous

1078To charge me to an answere, as the Pope:

1079Tell him this tale, and from the mouth of England,

1080Adde thus much more, that no Italian Priest

1081Shall tythe or toll in our dominions:

1082But as we, vnder heauen, are supreame head,

1083So vnder him that great supremacy

1084Where we doe reigne, we will alone vphold

1085Without th'assistance of a mortall hand:

1086So tell the Pope, all reuerence set apart

1087To him and his vsurp'd authoritie.

1088Fra. Brother of England, you blaspheme in this.

1089Iohn. Though you, and all the Kings of Christendom

1090Are led so grossely by this medling Priest,

1091Dreading the curse that money may buy out,

1092And by the merit of vilde gold, drosse, dust,

1093Purchase corrupted pardon of a man,

1094Who in that sale sels pardon from himselfe:

1095Though you, and al the rest so grossely led,

1096This iugling witchcraft with reuennue cherish,

1097Yet I alone, alone doe me oppose

1098Against the Pope, and count his friends my foes.

1099Pand. Then by the lawfull power that I haue,

1100Thou shalt stand curst, and excommunicate,

1101And blessed shall he be that doth reuolt

1102From his Allegeance to an heretique,

1103And meritorious shall that hand be call'd,

1104Canonized and worship'd as a Saint,

1105That takes away by any secret course

1106Thy hatefull life.

1107Con. O lawfull let it be

1108That I haue roome with Rome to curse a while,

1109Good Father Cardinall, cry thou Amen

1110To my keene curses; for without my wrong

1111There is no tongue hath power to curse him right.

1112Pan. There's Law and Warrant (Lady) for my curse.

1113Cons. And for mine too, when Law can do no right.

1114Let it be lawfull, that Law barre no wrong:

1115Law cannot giue my childe his kingdome heere;

1116For he that holds his Kingdome, holds the Law:

1117Therefore since Law it selfe is perfect wrong,

1118How can the Law forbid my tongue to curse?

1119Pand. Philip of France, on perill of a curse,

1120Let goe the hand of that Arch-heretique,

1121And raise the power of France vpon his head,

1122Vnlesse he doe submit himselfe to Rome.

1123Elea. Look'st thou pale France? do not let go thy hand.

1124Con. Looke to that Deuill, lest that France repent,