Act 3, Scene 1
France. The FRENCH KING'S tent.
- [Enter CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and SALISBURY.]
- Constance
- 890 Gone to be married! gone to swear a peace!
- 891 False blood to false blood join'd! gone to be friends!
- 892 Shall Louis have Blanch? and Blanch those provinces?
- 893 It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard;
- 894 Be well advis'd, tell o'er thy tale again:
- 895 It cannot be; thou dost but say 'tis so;
- 896 I trust I may not trust thee; for thy word
- 897 Is but the vain breath of a common man:
- 898 Believe me, I do not believe thee, man;
- 899 I have a king's oath to the contrary.
- 900 Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me,
- 901 For I am sick and capable of fears;
- 902 Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of fears;
- 903 A widow, husbandless, subject to fears;
- 904 A woman, naturally born to fears;
- 905 And though thou now confess thou didst but jest,
- 906 With my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce,
- 907 But they will quake and tremble all this day.
- 908 What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head?
- 909 Why dost thou look so sadly on my son?
- 910 What means that hand upon that breast of thine?
- 911 Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum,
- 912 Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds?
- 913 Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words?
- 914 Then speak again,—not all thy former tale,
- 915 But this one word, whether thy tale be true.
- Earl of Salisbury
- 916 As true as I believe you think them false
- 917 That give you cause to prove my saying true.
- Constance
- 918 O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow,
- 919 Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die;
- 920 And let belief and life encounter so
- 921 As doth the fury of two desperate men,
- 922 Which in the very meeting fall and die!—
- 923 Louis marry Blanch! O boy, then where art thou?
- 924 France friend with England! what becomes of me?—
- 925 Fellow, be gone: I cannot brook thy sight;
- 926 This news hath made thee a most ugly man.
- Earl of Salisbury
- 927 What other harm have I, good lady, done,
- 928 But spoke the harm that is by others done?
- Constance
- 929 Which harm within itself so heinous is,
- 930 As it makes harmful all that speak of it.
- Arthur, Duke of Bretagne
- 931 I do beseech you, madam, be content.
- Constance
- 932 If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert grim,
- 933 Ugly, and slanderous to thy mother's womb,
- 934 Full of unpleasing blots and sightless stains,
- 935 Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,
- 936 Patch'd with foul moles and eye-offending marks,
- 937 I would not care, I then would be content;
- 938 For then I should not love thee; no, nor thou
- 939 Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown.
- 940 But thou art fair; and at thy birth, dear boy,
- 941 Nature and fortune join'd to make thee great:
- 942 Of nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast,
- 943 And with the half-blown rose; but Fortune, O!
- 944 She is corrupted, chang'd, and won from thee;
- 945 She adulterates hourly with thine uncle John;
- 946 And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France
- 947 To tread down fair respect of sovereignty,
- 948 And made his majesty the bawd to theirs.
- 949 France is a bawd to Fortune and king John—
- 950 That strumpet Fortune, that usurping John!—
- 951 Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn?
- 952 Envenom him with words; or get thee gone,
- 953 And leave those woes alone, which I alone
- 954 Am bound to under-bear.
- Earl of Salisbury
- 955 Pardon me, madam,
- 956 I may not go without you to the kings.
- Constance
- 957 Thou mayst, thou shalt; I will not go with thee:
- 958 I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;
- 959 For grief is proud, and makes his owner stout.
- 960 To me, and to the state of my great grief,
- 961 Let kings assemble; for my grief's so great
- 962 That no supporter but the huge firm earth
- 963 Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit;
- 964 Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.
- [Seats herself on the ground.]
- [Enter KING JOHN, KING PHILIP, LOUIS, BLANCH, ELINOR, BASTARD, AUSTRIA, and attendants.]
- King Philip of France
- 965 'Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed day
- 966 Ever in France shall be kept festival:
- 967 To solemnize this day the glorious sun
- 968 Stays in his course and plays the alchemist,
- 969 Turning, with splendour of his precious eye,
- 970 The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold:
- 971 The yearly course that brings this day about
- 972 Shall never see it but a holiday.
- [Rising.]
- Constance
- 973 A wicked day, and not a holy day!
- 974 What hath this day deserv'd? what hath it done
- 975 That it in golden letters should be set
- 976 Among the high tides in the calendar?
- 977 Nay, rather turn this day out of the week,
- 978 This day of shame, oppression, perjury:
- 979 Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child
- 980 Pray that their burdens may not fall this day,
- 981 Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross'd:
- 982 But on this day let seamen fear no wreck;
- 983 No bargains break that are not this day made:
- 984 This day, all things begun come to ill end,—
- 985 Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change!
- King Philip of France
- 986 By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause
- 987 To curse the fair proceedings of this day.
- 988 Have I not pawn'd to you my majesty?
- Constance
- 989 You have beguil'd me with a counterfeit
- 990 Resembling majesty; which, being touch'd and tried,
- 991 Proves valueless; you are forsworn, forsworn:
- 992 You came in arms to spill mine enemies' blood,
- 993 But now in arms you strengthen it with yours:
- 994 The grappling vigour and rough frown of war
- 995 Is cold in amity and painted peace,
- 996 And our oppression hath made up this league.—
- 997 Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjur'd kings!
- 998 A widow cries: be husband to me, heavens!
- 999 Let not the hours of this ungodly day
- 1000 Wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset,
- 1001 Set armed discord 'twixt these perjur'd kings!
- 1002 Hear me, O, hear me!
- Archduke of Austria
- 1003 Lady Constance, peace!
- Constance
- 1004 War! war! no peace! peace is to me a war.
- 1005 O Lymoges! O Austria! thou dost shame
- 1006 That bloody spoil: thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward!
- 1007 Thou little valiant, great in villainy!
- 1008 Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
- 1009 Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight
- 1010 But when her humorous ladyship is by
- 1011 To teach thee safety!—thou art perjur'd too,
- 1012 And sooth'st up greatness. What a fool art thou,
- 1013 A ramping fool, to brag, and stamp. and swear
- 1014 Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave,
- 1015 Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side?
- 1016 Been sworn my soldier? bidding me depend
- 1017 Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength?
- 1018 And dost thou now fall over to my foes?
- 1019 Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,
- 1020 And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs!
- Archduke of Austria
- 1021 O that a man should speak those words to me!
- Philip the Bastard (Faulconbridge)
- 1022 And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.
- Archduke of Austria
- 1023 Thou dar'st not say so, villain, for thy life.
- Philip the Bastard (Faulconbridge)
- 1024 And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.
- King John
- 1025 We like not this: thou dost forget thyself.
- King Philip of France
- 1026 Here comes the holy legate of the Pope.
- [Enter PANDULPH.]
- Cardinal Pandulph
- 1027 Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven!—
- 1028 To thee, King John, my holy errand is.
- 1029 I Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal,
- 1030 And from Pope Innocent the legate here,
- 1031 Do in his name religiously demand
- 1032 Why thou against the church, our holy mother,
- 1033 So wilfully dost spurn; and, force perforce
- 1034 Keep Stephen Langton, chosen Archbishop
- 1035 Of Canterbury, from that holy see?
- 1036 This, in our foresaid holy father's name,
- 1037 Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee.
- King John
- 1038 What earthly name to interrogatories
- 1039 Can task the free breath of a sacred king?
- 1040 Thou canst not, cardinal, devise a name
- 1041 So slight, unworthy, and ridiculous,
- 1042 To charge me to an answer, as the pope.
- 1043 Tell him this tale; and from the mouth of England
- 1044 Add thus much more,—that no Italian priest
- 1045 Shall tithe or toll in our dominions:
- 1046 But as we under heaven are supreme head,
- 1047 So, under him, that great supremacy,
- 1048 Where we do reign, we will alone uphold,
- 1049 Without the assistance of a mortal hand:
- 1050 So tell the pope, all reverence set apart
- 1051 To him and his usurp'd authority.
- King Philip of France
- 1052 Brother of England, you blaspheme in this.
- King John
- 1053 Though you and all the kings of Christendom
- 1054 Are led so grossly by this meddling priest,
- 1055 Dreading the curse that money may buy out;
- 1056 And by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust,
- 1057 Purchase corrupted pardon of a man,
- 1058 Who in that sale sells pardon from himself;
- 1059 Though you and all the rest, so grossly led,
- 1060 This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish;
- 1061 Yet I, alone, alone do me oppose
- 1062 Against the pope, and count his friends my foes.
- Cardinal Pandulph
- 1063 Then by the lawful power that I have,
- 1064 Thou shalt stand curs'd and excommunicate:
- 1065 And blessed shall he be that doth revolt
- 1066 From his allegiance to an heretic;
- 1067 And meritorious shall that hand be call'd,
- 1068 Canonized, and worshipp'd as a saint,
- 1069 That takes away by any secret course
- 1070 Thy hateful life.
- Constance
- 1071 O, lawful let it be
- 1072 That I have room with Rome to curse awhile!
- 1073 Good father Cardinal, cry thou amen
- 1074 To my keen curses: for without my wrong
- 1075 There is no tongue hath power to curse him right.
- Cardinal Pandulph
- 1076 There's law and warrant, lady, for my curse.
- Constance
- 1077 And for mine too: when law can do no right,
- 1078 Let it be lawful that law bar no wrong:
- 1079 Law cannot give my child his kingdom here;
- 1080 For he that holds his kingdom holds the law:
- 1081 Therefore, since law itself is perfect wrong,
- 1082 How can the law forbid my tongue to curse?
- Cardinal Pandulph
- 1083 Philip of France, on peril of a curse,
- 1084 Let go the hand of that arch-heretic,
- 1085 And raise the power of France upon his head,
- 1086 Unless he do submit himself to Rome.
- Queen Elinor
- 1087 Look'st thou pale, France; do not let go thy hand.
- Constance
- 1088 Look to that, devil; lest that France repent
- 1089 And, by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul.
- Archduke of Austria
- 1090 King Philip, listen to the cardinal.
- Philip the Bastard (Faulconbridge)
- 1091 And hang a calf's-skin on his recreant limbs.
- Archduke of Austria
- 1092 Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs,
- 1093 Because—
- Philip the Bastard (Faulconbridge)
- 1094 Your breeches best may carry them.
- King John
- 1095 Philip, what say'st thou to the cardinal?
- Constance
- 1096 What should he say, but as the cardinal?
- Louis the Dauphin
- 1097 Bethink you, father; for the difference
- 1098 Is, purchase of a heavy curse from Rome,
- 1099 Or the light loss of England for a friend:
- 1100 Forgo the easier.
- Blanch of Spain
- 1101 That's the curse of Rome.
- Constance
- 1102 O Louis, stand fast! The devil tempts thee here
- 1103 In likeness of a new uptrimmed bride.
- Blanch of Spain
- 1104 The Lady Constance speaks not from her faith,
- 1105 But from her need.
- Constance
- 1106 O, if thou grant my need,
- 1107 Which only lives but by the death of faith,
- 1108 That need must needs infer this principle,—
- 1109 That faith would live again by death of need!
- 1110 O then, tread down my need, and faith mounts up;
- 1111 Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down!
- King John
- 1112 The king is mov'd, and answers not to this.
- Constance
- 1113 O be remov'd from him, and answer well!
- Archduke of Austria
- 1114 Do so, King Philip; hang no more in doubt.
- Philip the Bastard (Faulconbridge)
- 1115 Hang nothing but a calf's-skin, most sweet lout.
- King Philip of France
- 1116 I am perplex'd, and know not what to say.
- Cardinal Pandulph
- 1117 What canst thou say, but will perplex thee more,
- 1118 If thou stand excommunicate and curs'd?
- King Philip of France
- 1119 Good reverend father, make my person yours,
- 1120 And tell me how you would bestow yourself.
- 1121 This royal hand and mine are newly knit,
- 1122 And the conjunction of our inward souls
- 1123 Married in league, coupled and link'd together
- 1124 With all religious strength of sacred vows;
- 1125 The latest breath that gave the sound of words
- 1126 Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love,
- 1127 Between our kingdoms and our royal selves;
- 1128 And even before this truce, but new before,—
- 1129 No longer than we well could wash our hands,
- 1130 To clap this royal bargain up of peace,—
- 1131 Heaven knows, they were besmear'd and overstain'd
- 1132 With slaughter's pencil, where revenge did paint
- 1133 The fearful difference of incensed kings:
- 1134 And shall these hands, so lately purg'd of blood,
- 1135 So newly join'd in love, so strong in both,
- 1136 Unyoke this seizure and this kind regreet?
- 1137 Play fast and loose with faith? so jest with heaven,
- 1138 Make such unconstant children of ourselves,
- 1139 As now again to snatch our palm from palm;
- 1140 Unswear faith sworn; and on the marriage-bed
- 1141 Of smiling peace to march a bloody host,
- 1142 And make a riot on the gentle brow
- 1143 Of true sincerity? O, holy sir.
- 1144 My reverend father, let it not be so!
- 1145 Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose,
- 1146 Some gentle order; and then we shall be bless'd
- 1147 To do your pleasure, and continue friends.
- Cardinal Pandulph
- 1148 All form is formless, order orderless,
- 1149 Save what is opposite to England's love.
- 1150 Therefore, to arms! be champion of our church,
- 1151 Or let the church, our mother, breathe her curse,—
- 1152 A mother's curse,—on her revolting son.
- 1153 France, thou mayst hold a serpent by the tongue,
- 1154 A chafed lion by the mortal paw,
- 1155 A fasting tiger safer by the tooth,
- 1156 Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost hold.
- King Philip of France
- 1157 I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith.
- Cardinal Pandulph
- 1158 So mak'st thou faith an enemy to faith;
- 1159 And, like a civil war, sett'st oath to oath,
- 1160 Thy tongue against thy tongue. O, let thy vow
- 1161 First made to heaven, first be to heaven perform'd,—
- 1162 That is, to be the champion of our church.
- 1163 What since thou swor'st is sworn against thyself
- 1164 And may not be performed by thyself:
- 1165 For that which thou hast sworn to do amiss
- 1166 Is not amiss when it is truly done;
- 1167 And being not done, where doing tends to ill,
- 1168 The truth is then most done not doing it:
- 1169 The better act of purposes mistook
- 1170 Is to mistake again; though indirect,
- 1171 Yet indirection thereby grows direct,
- 1172 And falsehood falsehood cures, as fire cools fire
- 1173 Within the scorched veins of one new-burn'd.
- 1174 It is religion that doth make vows kept;
- 1175 But thou hast sworn against religion,
- 1176 By what thou swear'st against the thing thou swear'st;
- 1177 And mak'st an oath the surety for thy truth
- 1178 Against an oath: the truth thou art unsure
- 1179 To swear, swears only not to be forsworn;
- 1180 Else what a mockery should it be to swear!
- 1181 But thou dost swear only to be forsworn;
- 1182 And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost swear.
- 1183 Therefore thy latter vows against thy first
- 1184 Is in thyself rebellion to thyself;
- 1185 And better conquest never canst thou make
- 1186 Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts
- 1187 Against these giddy loose suggestions:
- 1188 Upon which better part our prayers come in,
- 1189 If thou vouchsafe them; but if not, then know
- 1190 The peril of our curses fight on thee,
- 1191 So heavy as thou shalt not shake them off,
- 1192 But in despair die under the black weight.
- Archduke of Austria
- 1193 Rebellion, flat rebellion!
- Philip the Bastard (Faulconbridge)
- 1194 Will't not be?
- 1195 Will not a calf's-skin stop that mouth of thine?
- Louis the Dauphin
- 1196 Father, to arms!
- Blanch of Spain
- 1197 Upon thy wedding-day?
- 1198 Against the blood that thou hast married?
- 1199 What, shall our feast be kept with slaughter'd men?
- 1200 Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums,—
- 1201 Clamours of hell,—be measures to our pomp?
- 1202 O husband, hear me!—ay, alack, how new
- 1203 Is husband in my mouth!—even for that name,
- 1204 Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce,
- 1205 Upon my knee I beg, go not to arms
- 1206 Against mine uncle.
- Constance
- 1207 O, upon my knee,
- 1208 Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee,
- 1209 Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom
- 1210 Forethought by heaven.
- Blanch of Spain
- 1211 Now shall I see thy love: what motive may
- 1212 Be stronger with thee than the name of wife?
- Constance
- 1213 That which upholdeth him that thee upholds,
- 1214 His honour:—O, thine honour, Louis, thine honour!
- Louis the Dauphin
- 1215 I muse your majesty doth seem so cold,
- 1216 When such profound respects do pull you on.
- Cardinal Pandulph
- 1217 I will denounce a curse upon his head.
- King Philip of France
- 1218 Thou shalt not need.—England, I will fall from thee.
- Constance
- 1219 O fair return of banish'd majesty!
- Queen Elinor
- 1220 O foul revolt of French inconstancy!
- King John
- 1221 France, thou shalt rue this hour within this hour.
- Philip the Bastard (Faulconbridge)
- 1222 Old Time the clock-setter, that bald sexton Time,
- 1223 Is it as he will? well, then, France shall rue.
- Blanch of Spain
- 1224 The sun's o'ercast with blood: fair day, adieu!
- 1225 Which is the side that I must go withal?
- 1226 I am with both: each army hath a hand;
- 1227 And in their rage, I having hold of both,
- 1228 They whirl asunder and dismember me.
- 1229 Husband, I cannot pray that thou mayst win;
- 1230 Uncle, I needs must pray that thou mayst lose;
- 1231 Father, I may not wish the fortune thine;
- 1232 Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive:
- 1233 Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose;
- 1234 Assured loss before the match be play'd.
- Louis the Dauphin
- 1235 Lady, with me: with me thy fortune lies.
- Blanch of Spain
- 1236 There where my fortune lives, there my life dies.
- King John
- 1237 Cousin, go draw our puissance together.—
- [Exit BASTARD.]
- King John
- 1238 France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath;
- 1239 A rage whose heat hath this condition,
- 1240 That nothing can allay, nothing but blood,—
- 1241 The blood, and dearest-valu'd blood of France.
- King Philip of France
- 1242 Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou shalt turn
- 1243 To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire:
- 1244 Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy.
- King John
- 1245 No more than he that threats.—To arms let's hie!
- [Exeunt severally.]