2 The Troublesome Reign of King John · chunk 5 of 19
Anonymous · published 1611 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) history · Queen Elizabeth's Men T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.86 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
And art thou gone? success may follow thee: Thus hast thou showed thy kindness to thy King. Sirrah, in haste go greet the Cardinal, Pandulph I mean, the Legate from the Pope. Say that the King desires to speak with him. Now Iohn bethink thee how thou mayst resolve: And if thou wilt continue England's King, Then cast about to keep thy Diadem; For life and land, and all is leveled at. The Pope of Rome, 'tis he that is the cause, He curseth thee, he sets thy subjects free From due obedience to their Sovereign: He animates the Nobles in their wars, He gives away the Crown to Philip's son, And pardons all that seek to murder thee: And thus blind zeal is still predominant. Then Iohn there is no way to keep thy crown, But finely to dissemble with the Pope: That hand that gave the wound must give the salve To cure the hurt, else quite incurable. Thy sins are far too great to be the man T'abolish Pope, and Popery from thy Realm: But in thy Seat, if I may guess at all, A King shall reign that shall suppress them all. Peace Iohn, here comes the Legate of the Pope, Dissemble thou, and whatsoe'er thou sayst, Yet with thy heart wish their confusion. Now Iohn, unworthy man to breath on earth, That dost oppugn against thy mother Church: Why am I sent for to thy cursed self? Thou man of God, Vicegerent for the Pope, The holy Vicar of S. Peter's Church, Upon my knees, I pardon crave of thee, And do submit me to the sea of Rome, And vow for penance of my high offence, To take on me the holy Cross of Christ, And carry Arms in holy Christian wars. No Iohn, thy crouching and dissembling thus Cannot deceive the Legate of the Pope, Say what thou wilt, I will not credit thee: Thy Crown and Kingdom both are ta'en away, And thou art cursed without redemption. accursed indeed to kneel to such a drudge, And get no help with thy submission, Unsheathe thy sword, and slay the misproud priest That thus triumphs o'er thee a mighty King: No Iohn, submit again, dissemble yet, For Priests and Women must be flattered. Yet holy Father thou thyself dost know, No time too late for sinners to repent, Absolve me then, and Iohn doth swear to do The uttermost what ever thou demandest. Iohn, now I see thy hearty penitence, I rue and pity thy distressed estate, One way is left to reconcile thyself, And only one which I shall show to thee. Thou must surrender to the sea of Rome Thy Crown and Diadem, then shall the Pope Defend thee from th'invasion of thy foes. And where his Holiness hath kindled France, And set thy subjects hearts at war with thee, Then shall he curse thy foes, and beat them down, That seek the discontentment of the King.
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And art thou gone? ſucceſſe may follow thee: Thus haſt thou ſhew'd thy kindneſſe to thy King. Sirra, in haſte goe greet the Cardinall, Pandulph I meane, the Legat from the Pope. Say that the King deſires to ſpeake with him. Now Iohn bethinke thee how thou maiſt reſolue: And if thou wilt continue Englands King, Then caſt about to keepe thy Diadem; For life and land, and all is leueld at. The Pope of Rome, tis he that is the cauſe, He curſeth thee, he ſets thy ſubiects free From due obedience to their Soueraigne: He animates the Nobles in their warres, He giues away the Crowne to Philips ſonne, And pardons all that ſeeke to murther thee: And thus blind zeale is ſtill predominant. Then Iohn there is no way to keepe thy crowne, But finely to diſſemble with the Pope: That hand that gaue the wound muſt giue the ſalue To cure the hurt, elſe quite incurable. Thy ſinnes are farre too great to be the man T'aboliſh Pope, and Poperie from thy Realme: But in thy Seate, if I may gueſſe at all, A King ſhall raigne that ſhall ſuppreſſe them all. Peace Iohn, here comes the Legate of the Pope, Diſſemble thou, and whatſoere thou ſai'ſt, Yet with thy heart wiſh their confuſion. Now Iohn, vnworthy man to breath on earth, That do'ſt oppugne againſt thy mother Church: Why am I ſent for to thy curſed ſelfe? Thou man of God, Vicegerent for the Pope, The holy Vicar of S. Peters Church, Vpon my knees, I pardon craue of thee, And doe ſubmit me to the ſea of Rome, And vow for penance of my high offence, To take on me the holy Croſſe of Chriſt, And carry Armes in holy Chriſtian warres. No Iohn, thy crowching and diſſembling thus Cannot deceiue the Legate of the Pope, Say what thou wilt, I will not credite thee: Thy Crowne and Kingdome both are tane away, And thou art curſt without redemption. Accurſt indeed to kneele to ſuch a drudge, And get no help with thy ſubmiſſion, Vnſheathe thy ſword, and ſley the miſprowd prieſt That thus triumphs ore thee a mightie King: No Iohn, ſubmit againe, diſſemble yet, For Prieſts and Women muſt be flattered. Yet holy Father thou thy ſelfe doſt know, No time too late for ſinners to repent, Abſolue me then, and Iohn doth ſweare to do The vttermoſt what euer thou demaundſt. Iohn, now I ſee thy hearty penitence, I rew and pitty thy diſtreſt eſtate, One way is left to reconcile thy ſelfe, And onely one which I ſhall ſhew to thee. Thou muſt ſurrender to the ſea of Rome Thy Crowne and Diadem, then ſhall the Pope Defend thee from th'inuaſion of thy foes. And where his Holineſſe hath kindled Fraunce, And ſet thy ſubiects hearts at warre with thee, Then ſhall he curſe thy foes, and beate them downe, That ſeeke the diſcontentment of the King.