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 0.89 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
King Philip, listen to the Cardinal. And hang a Calves-skin on his recreant limbs. Well ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs, Because, Your breeches best may carry them. Philip, what sayst thou to the Cardinal? What should he say, but as the Cardinal? Bethink you father, for the difference Is purchase of a heavy curse from Rome, Or the light loss of England, for a friend: Forgo the easier. That'S's the curse of Rome. O Lewis, stand fast, the devil tempts thee here In likeness of a new untrimmed Bride. The Lady Constance speaks not from her faith, But from her need. Oh, if thou grant my need, Which only lives but by the death of faith, That need, must 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. The king is moved, and answers not to this. O be removed from him, and answer well. Do so king Philip, hang no more in doubt. Hang nothing but a Calf's skin most sweet lout. I am perplexed, and know not what to say. What canst thou say, but will perplex thee more? If thou stand excommunicate, and cursed? Good reverend father, 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 Married in league, coupled, and linked together With all religous strength of sacred vows, The latest breath that gave the sound of words Was deepe-sworne faith, peace, amity, true love Between our kingdoms and our royal selves, And even before this truce, but new before, No longer than we well could wash our hands, To clap this royal bargain up of peace, Heaven knows they were besmeared and over-staind With slaughters pencil; where revenge did paint The fearful difference of incensed kings: And shall these hands so lately purged of blood? So newly joined in love? so strong in both, Unyoke this seizure, and this kind regreet? Play fast and lose with faith? so jest with heaven, Make such unconstant children of ourselves As now again to snatch our palm from palm: Vn-sweare faith sworn, and on the marriage bed Of smiling peace to march a bloody host, And make a riot on the gentle brow Of true sincerity? O holy Sir My reverend father, let it not be so; Out of your grace, device, ordain, impose Some gentle order, and then we shall be blessed To do your pleasure, and continue friends. All form is formelesse, 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 mayst hold a serpent by the tongue, A cased Lion by the mortal paw, A fasting Tiger safer by the tooth, Then keep in peace that hand which thou dost hold.
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King Philip, liſten to the Cardinall. And hang a Calues-skin on his recreant limbs. Well ruffian, I muſt pocket vp theſe wrongs, Becauſe, Your breeches beſt may carry them. Philip, what ſaiſt thou to the Cardinall? What ſhould he ſay, but as the Cardinall? Bethinke you father, for the difference Is purchaſe of a heauy curſe from Rome, Or the light loſſe of England, for a friend: Forgoe the eaſier. Thats the curſe of Rome. O Lewis, ſtand faſt, the deuill tempts thee heere In likeneſſe of a new vntrimmed Bride. The Lady Conſtance ſpeakes not from her faith, But from her need. Oh, if thou grant my need, Which onely liues but by the death of faith, That need, muſt needs inferre this principle, That faith would liue againe by death of need: O then tread downe my need, and faith mounts vp, Keepe my need vp, and faith is trodden downe. The king is moud, and anſwers not to this. O be remou'd from him, and anſwere well. Doe ſo king Philip, hang no more in doubt. Hang nothing but a Calues skin moſt ſweet lout. I am perplext, and know not what to ſay. What canſt thou ſay, but wil perplex thee more? If thou ſtand excommunicate, and curſt? Good reuerend father, make my perſon yours, And tell me how you would beſtow your ſelfe? This royall hand and mine are newly knit, And the coniunction of our inward ſoules Married in league, coupled, and link'd together With all religous ſtrength of ſacred vowes, The lateſt breath that gaue the ſound of words Was deepe-ſworne faith, peace, amity, true loue Betweene our kingdomes and our royall ſelues, And euen before this truce, but new before, No longer then we well could waſh our hands, To clap this royall bargaine vp of peace, Heauen knowes they were beſmear'd and ouer-ſtaind With ſlaughters pencill; where reuenge did paint The fearefull difference of incenſed kings: And ſhall theſe hands ſo lately purg'd of bloud? So newly ioyn'd in loue? ſo ſtrong in both, Vnyoke this ſeyſure, and this kinde regreete? Play faſt and looſe with faith? ſo ieſt with heauen, Make ſuch vnconſtant children of our ſelues As now againe to ſnatch our palme from palme: Vn-ſweare faith ſworne, and on the marriage bed Of ſmiling peace to march a bloody hoaſt, And make a ryot on the gentle brow Of true ſincerity? O holy Sir My reuerend father, let it not be ſo; Out of your grace, deuiſe, ordaine, impoſe Some gentle order, and then we ſhall be bleſt To doe your pleaſure, and continue friends. All forme is formeleſſe, Order orderleſſe, Saue what is oppoſite to Englands loue. Therefore to Armes, be Champion of our Church, Or let the Church our mother breathe her curſe, A mothers curſe, on her reuolting ſonne: France, thou maiſt hold a ſerpent by the tongue, A caſed Lion by the mortall paw, A faſting Tyger ſafer by the tooth, Then keepe in peace that hand which thou doſt hold.