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Law cannot give my child his kingdom here;
For he, that holds his kingdom, holds the law;
Therefore fince law itself is perfect wrong,
How can the law forbid my tongue to curse?

Pand. Philip of France, on peril of a curse,
Let go 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’ft thou pale, France? do not let go thy hand.

Conft. Look to that, devil!" lest that France repent,
And, by disjoining hands, hell lose a foul.

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

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

Faulo. Your breeches beft may carry them.
K. John. Philip, what say'lt 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.

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

Blanch. The lady Constance speaks not from her faith: But from her need.

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the devil-tempts thee here In likeness of a new untrimmed bride.] Tho' all the copies concur in this reading, yet as untrimmed cannot bear any signification to square with the sense required, I cannot help thinking it a corrupted reading. It might, indeed, admit of this explanation, un. dress’d, ready to go to bed: but then that is giving in to an allufion too grofs for Lady Constance. I have ventur'd to throw out the nega. tive, and read;

In tikeness of a new and trimmed bride. i. e. of a new bride ; and one deck'd and adorn'd as well by art as

Or we might read ; but it depart3 a little wider from the traces of the text as we find it ;

In likeness of a new betrimmed brides But the first conjecture answers the sense and purpose of the speaker; and requires but a very light variation.

Gont,

nature.

Conf. Oh, if thou grant my need, Which only lives but by the death of faith, That need muft 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. Fault.Hang nothing but a calve's-kin, moft fweet lout. K. Philip. I am perplext, and know not what to say.

Pand. What can'ft thou say, but will perplex thee more, If thou stand excommunicate and curft ?

K. Philip. Good rev'rendfather, make my person 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 facred vows :: The latest breath, that gave the found 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 befmear'd and over-stain'd With flaughter's pencil; where revenge did paint The fearful diff'rence of incensed Kings. And shall these hands, so lately purg'd of blood, So newly join'd in love so strong in both, Unyoke this seisure, and this kind regreet? Play fast and loose with faith? fo jeft with heav'n, Make such unconstant children of ourselves, As now again to fnatch our palm from palm ? Un-swear faith íworn, 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 fo; Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose

Some

Some gentle order, and we fhall be bleft
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 fon.
France, thou may'st hold a serpent by the tongue,
A chafed tion by the mortal paw,
A fafting tyger safer by the tooth,
Than keep in peace that hand, which thou dost hold.

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

Pand. So mak'it, thou faith an enemy to faith; And, like a civil war, fet'st oath to oath, Thy tongue against thy tongue. O, let thy vow Firít made to heav'n, first be to heav'n performid; That is, to be the champion of our church. What since thou swor'ft, 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 moft done, not doing it. The better act of purposés miftook Is to mittake again"; tho' indirect, Yet indirection thereby grows direct, And falfhood falfhood cures; as fire cools fire, Within the scorched veins of one new-burn'd. It is religion that doth make vews kept, But thou haft sworn againit religion : By what thou swear'it, against the thing thou swear'ft: And mak'st an oath the furety for thy truth, Against an oath the truth thou art unsure To swear, swear only not to be forsworn, Else what a mockery fhould it be to swear? But thou doit swear, only to be forsworn, And most forsworn, to keep what thou doft swear. Therefore thy latter vows, against thy first, Is in thyself rebellion to thyself.

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And better conqueft never canit thou make,
Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts
Againft 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, in despair, die under their black weight.

Auft. Rebellion, Aat rebellion.

Faulc. Will't not be ?
Will not a calve’s-ikin stop that mouth of thine ?

Lewis. Father, to arms.

Blanch. Upon thy wedding-day?
Against the blood that thou hast married?
What, fall our feast be kept with flaughter'd men !
Shall braying trumpets, and loud churlish 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.

Const. 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 stronger 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 mufe, your Majesty doth seem 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

from thee.
Conft. O fair return of banishid Majesty !
Eli. O foul revolt of French inconftancy!
K. Joh.France, thou shalt rue this hour within this hour.
Faul. Old Time theClock-sette ,that baldSexton Time.

Is it, as he will? well then, France shall rue.

-Blanch. The sun's o'ercait 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.
Husband, I cannot pray that thou may'ít win:
Uncle, I needs must pray that thou may’ft loose:
Father, I may not with the fortune thine:
Grandam, I will not with thy withes thrive:
Whoever wins, on that fide ihall 'I lose :
Affured lofs, 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 nothing can allay, nothing but blood,
The blood, and deareit-valu'd blood of France.

K.Ph. Thy rage fhall burn thee up, and thou shalt turs
To alhes, ere our blood shall quench that fire:
Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy.
K. John. No more, than he that threats. To arms
let's hie.

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

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