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This royal hand and mine are newly knit;
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,
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. O, let thy vow, l'irst made to heaven, first be to heaven perforin'd; That is, to be the champion of our church ! What since thou swor’st, is sworn against thyself, And may not be perform’d 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 To swear, swear only not to be forsworn; Else, what a mockery should it be to swear? But thou dost swear only to be forsworn; And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost swear Therefore, thy latter vows, against thy first, Is in thyself rebellion to thyself:
And better conquest never canst thou make,
Aust. Rebellion, flat rebellion !
Bast. Will't not be ?
Lew. Father, to arms !
Blanch. Upon thy wedding-day?
Const. O, upon my knee,
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, His honour: 0, 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.
Lew. Lady, with me; with me thy fortune lies.
dies. K. John. Cousin, go draw our puissance together.
[Exit Bastard. France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath; A rage, whose heat hath this condition, Than nothing can allay, nothing but blood, The blood, and dearest-valued blood, of France. K. Phi. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou shalt
To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire :
SCENE II.-The same.
Plains near Angiers.
Alarums, Excursions. Enter the Bastard, with Austria's
Head. Bast. Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot; Some airy devil hovers in the sky, And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there : While Philip breathes.
Enter King John, ARTHUR, and Hubert. K. John. Hubert, keep this boy :-Philip, make up: My mother is assailed in our tent, And ta'en, I fear.
Bast. My lord, I rescu'd her; Her highness is in safety, fear you not : But on, my liege; for very little pains Will bring this labour to an happy end. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.-The same.
Alarums ; Excursions ; Retreat. Enter King John,
ELINOR, ARTHUR, the Bastard, HUBERT, and Lords. K. John. So shall it be; your grace shall stay behind,