2 The Troublesome Reign of King John · chunk 11 of 19
Anonymous · published 1611 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) history · Queen Elizabeth's Men T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.85 · 526 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
A proper jest, when Kings must stoop to Friars, Need hath no law, when Friars must be Kings. Please it your majesty, the Prince of France, With all the Nobles of your Grace's Land Are marching hitherward in good array. Where ere they set their foot, all places yield: Thy Land is theirs, and not a foot holds out But Dover Castle, which is hard besieged. Fear not king Iohn, thy kingdom is the Popes, And they shall know his Holiness hath power, To beat them soon from whence he hath to do. Pandulph, as gave his Holiness in charge, So hath the Dolphin mustered up his troops, And won the greatest part of all this Land. But ill becomes your Grace Lord Cardinal, Thus to converse with Iohn that is accursed. Lewes of France, victorious Conqueror, Whose sword hath made this Island quake for fear; Thy forwardness to fight for holy Rome, Shall be remunerated to the full: But know my Lord, K. Iohn is now absolved, The Pope is pleased, the Land is blessed again, And thou hast brought each thing to good effect. It resteth then that thou withdraw thy powers, And quietly return to France again: For all is done the Pope would wish thee do. But all's not done that Lewes came to do. Why Pandulph, hath king Philip sent his son And been at such excessive charge in wars, To be dismissed with words? king Iohn shall know, England is mine, and he usurps my right. Lewes, I charge thee and thy complices Upon the pain of Pandulph's holy curse, That thou withdraw thy powers to France again, And yield up London and the neighbour towns That thou hast ta'en in England by the sword. Lord Cardinal, by Lewes princely leave, It can be nought but usurpation In thee, the Pope, and all the Church of Rome, Thus to insult on Kings of Christendom, Now with a word to make them carry arms, Then with a word to make them leave their arms. This must not be: Prince Lewes keep thine own, Let Pope and Popelings curse their bellies full. My Lord of Melun, what title had the Prince To England and the Crown of Albion, But such a title as the Pope confirmed: The Prelate now le's fall his feigned claim: Lewes is but the agent for the Pope, Then must the Dolphin cease, sith he hath ceased: But cease or no, it greatly matters not, If you my Lords and Barons of the Land Will leave the French, and cleave unto our King. For shame ye Peers of England suffer not Yourselves, your honours, and your land to fall: But with resolved thoughts beat back the French, And free the Land from yoke of servitude. Philip, not so, Lord Lewes is our King, And we will follow him unto the death. Then in the name of Innocent the Pope, I curse the Prince and all that take his part, And excommunicate the rebel Peers As traitors to the King, and to the Pope. Pandulph, our swords shall bless ourselves again: Prepare thee Iohn, Lords follow me your King.
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A proper ieſt, when Kings muſt ſtoop to Friers, Need hath no law, when Friers muſt be Kings. Pleaſe it your maieſtie, the Prince of France, With all the Nobles of your Graces Land Are marching hitherward in good aray. Where ere they ſet their foot, all places yeeld: Thy Land is theirs, and not a foot holds out But Douer Caſtle, which is hard beſieg'd. Feare not king Iohn, thy kingdome is the Popes, And they ſhall know his Holineſſe hath power, To beate them ſoone from whence he hath to doe. Pandulph, as gaue his Holineſſe in charge, So hath the Dolphin muſtred vp his troupes, And wonne the greateſt part of all this Land. But ill becomes your Grace Lord Cardinall, Thus to conuerſe with Iohn that is accurſt. Lewes of France, victorious Conqueror, Whoſe ſword hath made this Iland quake for feare; Thy forwardneſſe to fight for holy Rome, Shall be remunerated to the full: But know my Lord, K. Iohn is now abſolu'd, The Pope is pleaſde, the Land is bleſt agen, And thou haſt brought each thing to good effect. It reſteth then that thou withdraw thy powers, And quietly returne to Fraunce againe: For all is done the Pope would wiſh thee doe. But all's not done that Lewes came to do. Why Pandulph, hath king Philip ſent his ſonne And beene at ſuch exceſſiue charge in warres, To be diſmiſt with words? king Iohn ſhall know, England is mine, and he vſurps my right. Lewes, I charge thee and thy complices Vpon the paine of Pandulphs holy curſe, That thou withdraw thy powers to Fraunce againe, And yeeld vp London and the neighbour townes That thou haſt tane in England by the ſword. Lord Cardinall, by Lewes princely leaue, It can be nought but vſurpation In thee, the Pope, and all the Church of Rome, Thus to inſult on Kings of Chriſtendome, Now with a word to make them carrie armes, Then with a word to make them leaue their armes. This muſt not be: Prince Lewes keepe thine owne, Let Pope and Popelings curſe their bellies full. My Lord of Melun, what title had the Prince To England and the Crowne of Albion, But ſuch a title as the Pope confirm'd: The Prelate now lets fall his fained claime: Lewes is but the agent for the Pope, Then muſt the Dolphin ceaſe, ſith he hath ceaſt: But ceaſe or no, it greatly matters not, If you my Lords and Barons of the Land Will leaue the French, and cleaue vnto our King. For ſhame yee Peeres of England ſuffer not Your ſelues, your honours, and your land to fall: But with reſolued thoughts beate backe the French, And free the Land from yoke of ſeruitude. Philip, not ſo, Lord Lewes is our King, And wee will follow him vnto the death. Then in the name of Innocent the Pope, I curſe the Prince and all that take his part, And excommunicate the rebell Peeres As traitors to the King, and to the Pope. Pandulph, our ſwords ſhall bleſſe our ſelues agen: Prepare thee Iohn, Lords follow me your King.