Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1591] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.88 · 519 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
O that a man should speak those words to me. And hang a Calves-skin on those recreant limbs Thou darest not say so villain for thy life. And hang a Calves-skin on those recreant limbs. We like not this, thou dost forget thyself. here comes the holy Legate of the Pope. Hail you anointed deputies of heaven; To thee King Iohn my holy errand is: I Pandulph, of fair Milan Cardinal, And from Pope Innocent the Legate here, Do in his name religiously demand Why thou against the Church, our holy Mother, So wilfully dost spurn; and force perforce Keep Stephen Langton chosen Arshbishop Of Canterbury from that holy Sea: This in our foresaid holy Father's name Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee. What earthy name to Interrogatories Can taste the free breath of a sacred King? Thou canst not (Cardinal) device a name So slight, unworthy, and ridiculous To charge me to an answer, as the Pope: Tell him this tale, and from the mouth of England, Add thus much more, that no Italian Priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions: But as we, under heaven, are supreme head, So under him that great supremacy Where we do reign, we will alone uphold Without th' assistance of a mortal hand: So tell the Pope, all reverence set apart To him and his usurped authority. Brother of England, you blaspheme in this. Though you, and all the Kings of Christendom Are led so grossly by this meddling Priest, Dreading the curse that money may buy out, And by the merit of vild gold, dross, dust, Purchase corrupted pardon of a man, Who in that sale sells pardon from himself: Though you, and all the rest so grossly led, This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish, Yet I alone, alone do me oppose Against the Pope, and count his friends my foes. Then by the lawful power that I have, Thou shalt stand cursed and excommunicate, And blessed shall he be that doth revolt From his Allegiance to an heretic, And meritorious shall that hand be called, Canonised and worshipped as a Saint, That takes away by any secret course Thy hateful life. O lawful let it be That I have room with Rome to curse a while, Good Father Cardinal, cry thou Amen To my keen curses; for without my wrong There is no tongue hath power to curse him right. There's Law and Warrant (Lady) for my curse. And for mine too, when Law can do no right. Let it be lawful, that Law bar no wrong: Law cannot give my child his kingdom here; For he that holds his Kingdom, holds the Law: Therefore since Law itself is perfect wrong, How can the Law forbidden my tongue to curse? Philip of France, on peril of a curse, Let go the hand of that Arch-heretic, And raise the power of France upon his head, Unless he do submit himself to Rome. Look'st thou pale France? do not let go thy hand. Look to that Devil, lest that France repent, And by disjoining hands hell lose a soul.
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O that a man ſhould ſpeake thoſe words to me. And hang a Calues-skin on thoſe recreant limbs Thou dar'ſt not ſay ſo villaine for thy life. And hang a Calues-skin on thoſe recreant limbs. We like not this, thou doſt forget thy ſelfe. Heere comes the holy Legat of the Pope. Haile you annointed deputies of heauen; To thee King Iohn my holy errand is: I Pandulph, of faire Millane Cardinall, And from Pope Innocent the Legate heere, Doe in his name religiouſly demand Why thou againſt the Church, our holy Mother, So wilfully doſt ſpurne; and force perforce Keepe Stephen Langton choſen Arſhbiſhop Of Canterbury from that holy Sea: This in our foreſaid holy Fathers name Pope Innocent, I doe demand of thee. What earthie name to Interrogatories Can taſt the free breath of a ſacred King? Thou canſt not (Cardinall) deuiſe a name So ſlight, vnworthy, and ridiculous To charge me to an anſwere, as the Pope: Tell him this tale, and from the mouth of England, Adde thus much more, that no Italian Prieſt Shall tythe or toll in our dominions: But as we, vnder heauen, are ſupreame head, So vnder him that great ſupremacy Where we doe reigne, we will alone vphold Without th' aſſiſtance of a mortall hand: So tell the Pope, all reuerence ſet apart To him and his vſurp'd authoritie. Brother of England, you blaſpheme in this. Though you, and all the Kings of Chriſtendom Are led ſo groſſely by this medling Prieſt, Dreading the curſe that money may buy out, And by the merit of vilde gold, droſſe, duſt, Purchaſe corrupted pardon of a man, Who in that ſale ſels pardon from himſelfe: Though you, and al the reſt ſo groſſely led, This iugling witchcraft with reuennue cheriſh, Yet I alone, alone doe me oppoſe Againſt the Pope, and count his friends my foes. Then by the lawfull power that I haue, Thou ſhalt ſtand curſt and excommunicate, And bleſſed ſhall he be that doth reuolt From his Allegeance to an heretique, And meritorious ſhall that hand be call'd, Canonized and worſhip'd as a Saint, That takes away by any ſecret courſe Thy hatefull life. O lawfull let it be That I haue roome with Rome to curſe a while, Good Father Cardinall, cry thou Amen To my keene curſes; for without my wrong There is no tongue hath power to curſe him right. There's Law and Warrant (Lady) for my curſe. And for mine too, when Law can do no right. Let it be lawfull, that Law barre no wrong: Law cannot giue my childe his kingdome heere; For he that holds his Kingdome, holds the Law: Therefore ſince Law it ſelfe is perfect wrong, How can the Law forbid my tongue to curſe? Philip of France, on perill of a curſe, Let goe the hand of that Arch-heretique, And raiſe the power of France vpon his head, Vnleſſe he doe ſubmit himſelfe to Rome. Look'ſt thou pale France? do not let go thy hand. Looke to that Deuill, leſt that France repent, And by diſioyning hands hell loſe a ſoule.