The Oxford Shakespeare: The Complete Works

by William Shakespeare

  And with her golden hand hath plucked on France

  To tread down fair respect of sovereignty,

  And made his majesty the bawd to theirs.

  France is a bawd to Fortune and King John,

  That strumpet Fortune, that usurping John.

  (To Salisbury) Tell me, thou fellow, is not France

  forsworn ?

  Envenom him with words, or get thee gone

  And leave those woes alone, which I alone

  Am bound to underbear.

  SALISBURY Pardon me, madam,

  I may not go without you to the Kings.

  CONSTANCE

  Thou mayst, thou shalt; I will not go with thee.

  I will instruct my sorrows to be proud,

  For grief is proud and makes his owner stoop.

  ⌈She sits upon the ground⌉

  To me and to the state of my great grief 70

  Let kings assemble, for my grief’s so great

  That no supporter but the huge firm earth

  Can hold it up. Here I and sorrows sit;

  Here is my throne; bid kings come bow to it.

  ⌈Exeunt Salisbury and Arthur⌉

  3.1 ⌈Flourish.⌉ Enter King John and King Philip ⌈hand in hand⌉; Louis the Dauphin and Lady Blanche, ⌈married⌉; Queen Eleanor, the Bastard, and the Duke of Austria

  KING PHILIP (to Blanche)

  ’Tis true, fair daughter, and this blessèd day

  Ever in France shall be kept festival.

  To solemnize this day, the glorious sun

  Stays in his course and plays the alchemist,

  Turning with splendour of his precious eye 5

  The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold.

  The yearly course that brings this day about

  Shall never see it but a holy day.

  CONSTANCE (rising)

  A wicked day, and not a holy day!

  What hath this day deserved? What hath it done,

  That it in golden letters should be set

  Among the high tides in the calendar?

  Nay, rather turn this day out of the week,

  This day of shame, oppression, perjury.

  Or if it must stand still, let wives with child 15

  Pray that their burdens may not fall this day,

  Lest that their hopes prodigiously be crossed;

  But on this day let seamen fear no wreck;

  No bargains break that are not this day made;

  This day all things begun come to ill end, 20

  Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change.

  KING PHILIP

  By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause

  To curse the fair proceedings of this day.

  Have I not pawned to you my majesty?

  CONSTANCE

  You have beguiled me with a counterfeit 25

  Resembling majesty, which being touched and tried

  Proves valueless. You are forsworn, forsworn.

  You came in arms to spill mine enemies’ blood,

  But now in arms you strengthen it with yours.

  The grappling vigour and rough frown of war 30

  Is cold in amity and painted peace,

  And our oppression hath made up this league.

  Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjured Kings!

  A widow cries, be husband to me, God!

  Let not the hours of this ungodly day 35

  Wear out the day in peace, but ere sun set

  Set armed discord ’twixt these perjured Kings.

  Hear me, O hear me!

  AUSTRIA Lady Constance, peace.

  CONSTANCE

  War, war, no peace! Peace is to me a war.

  O Limoges, O Austria, thou dost shame 40

  That bloody spoil. Thou slave, thou wretch, thou

  coward!

  Thou little valiant, great in villainy;

  Thou ever strong upon the stronger side;

  Thou Fortune’s champion, that dost never fight

  But when her humorous ladyship is by 45

  To teach thee safety. Thou art perjured too,

  And sooth‘st up greatness. What a fool art thou,

  A ramping fool, to brag and stamp, and swear

  Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave,

  Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side, 50

  Been sworn my soldier, bidding me depend

  Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength?

  And dost thou now fall over to my foes?

  Thou wear a lion’s hide! Doff it, for shame,

  And hang a calf’s-skin on those recreant limbs. 55

  AUSTRIA

  O, that a man should speak those words to me!

  BASTARD

  And hang a calf’s-skin on those recreant limbs.

  AUSTRIA

  Thou dar’st not say so, villain, for thy life.

  BASTARD

  And hang a calf’s-skin on those recreant limbs.

  KING JOHN (to the Bastard)

  We like not this. Thou dost forget thyself. 60

  Enter Cardinal Pandolf

  KING PHILIP

  Here comes the holy legate of the Pope.

  PANDOLF

  Hail, you anointed deputies of God.—

  To thee, King John, my holy errand is.

  I Pandolf, of fair Milan Cardinal,

  And from Pope Innocent the legate here, 65

  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 Archbishop

  Of Canterbury, from that holy see. 70

  This, in our foresaid Holy Father’s name,

  Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee.

  KING JOHN

  What earthy name to interrogatories

  Can task the free breath of a sacred king?

  Thou canst not, Cardinal, devise a name 75

  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; 80

  But as we, under God, 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.

  KING PHILIP

  Brother of England, you blaspheme in this.

  KING JOHN

  Though you and all the kings of Christendom

  Are led so grossly by this meddling priest,

  Dreading the curse that money may buy out, 90

  And by the merit of vile 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; 95

  Yet I alone, alone do me oppose

  Against the Pope, and count his friends my foes.

  PANDOLF

  Then by the lawful power that I have

  Thou shalt stand cursed and excommunicate;

  And blessed shall he be that doth revolt 100

  From his allegiance to an heretic;

  And meritorious shall that hand be called,

  Canonized and worshipped as a saint,

  That takes away by any secret course

  Thy hateful life.

  CONSTANCE O lawful let it be 105

  That I have room with Rome to curse awhile.

  Good Father Cardinal, cry thou ’Amen’

  To my keen curses, for without my wrong

  There is no tongue hath power to curse him right.

  PANDOLF

  There’s law and warrant, lady, for my curse. 110

  CONS
TANCE

  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 forbid my tongue to curse?

  PANDOLF

  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. 120

  QUEEN ELEANOR

  Look’st thou pale, France? Do not let go thy hand.

  CONSTANCE ⌈to King John⌉

  Look to it, devil, lest that France repent,

  And by disjoining hands hell lose a soul.

  AUSTRIA

  King Philip, listen to the Cardinal.

  BASTARD

  And hang a calf’s-skin on his recreant limbs. 125

  AUSTRIA

  Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs,

  Because—

  BASTARD Your breeches best may carry them.

  KING JOHN

  Philip, what sayst thou to the Cardinal?

  CONSTANCE

  What should he say, but as the Cardinal?

  LOUIS THE DAUPHIN

  Bethink you, Father, for the difference 130

  Is purchase of a heavy curse from Rome,

  Or the light loss of England for a friend.

  Forgo the easier.

  BLANCHE That’s the curse of Rome.

  CONSTANCE

  O Louis, stand fast; the devil tempts thee here

  In likeness of a new untrimmèd bride. 135

  BLANCHE

  The Lady Constance speaks not from her faith,

  But from her need.

  CONSTANCE ⌈to King Philip⌉ O 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. 140

  O, then tread down my need, and faith mounts up;

  Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down.

  KING JOHN

  The King is moved, and answers not to this.

  CONSTANCE (to King Philip)

  O, be removed from him, and answer well.

  AUSTRIA

  Do so, King Philip, hang no more in doubt. 145

  BASTARD

  Hang nothing but a calf’s-skin, most sweet lout.

  KING PHILIP

  I am perplexed, and know not what to say.

  PANDOLF

  What canst thou say but will perplex thee more,

  If thou stand excommunicate and cursed?

  KING PHILIP

  Good Reverend Father, make my person yours, 150

  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 religious strength of sacred vows; 155

  The latest breath that gave the sound of words

  Was deep-sworn 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 160

  To clap this royal bargain up of peace,

  God knows, they were besmeared and over-stained

  With slaughter’s pencil, where Revenge did paint

  The fearful difference of incensed kings;

  And shall these hands, so lately purged of blood, 165

  So newly joined in love, so strong in both,

  Unyoke this seizure and this kind regreet,

  Play fast and loose with faith, so jest with heaven,

  Make such unconstant children of ourselves,

  As now again to snatch our palm from palm, 170

  Unswear 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. 175

  Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose

  Some gentle order, and then we shall be blessed

  To do your pleasure and continue friends.

  PANDOLF

  All form is formless, 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 crazed lion by the mortal paw, 185

  A fasting tiger safer by the tooth,

  Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost hold.

  KING PHILIP

  I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith.

  PANDOLF

  So mak‘st thou faith an enemy to faith,

  And like a civil war, sett’st oath to oath, 190

  Thy tongue against thy tongue. O, let thy vow,

  First made to heaven, first be to heaven performed;

  That is, to be the champion of our Church.

  What since thou swor‘st is sworn against thyself,

  And may not be performèd by thyself; 195

  For that which thou hast sworn to do amiss

  Is not amiss when it is truly done;

  And being not done where doing tends to ill,

  The truth is then most done not doing it.

  The better act of purposes mistook 200

  Is to mistake again; though indirect,

  Yet indirection thereby grows direct,

  And falsehood falsehood cures, as fire cools fire

  Within the scorchèd veins of one new burned.

  It is religion that doth make vows kept;

  But thou hast sworn against religion;

  By what thou swear’st, against the thing thou

  swear‘st;

  And mak’st an oath the surety for thy troth:

  Against an oath, the truth. Thou art unsure

  To swear: swear’st only not to be forsworn—210

  Else what a mockery should it be to swear!—

  But thou dost swear only to be forsworn,

  And most forsworn to keep what thou dost swear;

  Therefore thy later vows against thy first

  Is in thyself rebellion to thyself, 215

  And better conquest never canst thou make

  Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts

  Against these giddy loose suggestions;

  Upon which better part our prayers come in

  If thou vouchsafe them. But if not, then know 220

  The peril of our curses light on thee

  So heavy as thou shalt not shake them off,

  But in despair die under their black weight.

  AUSTRIA

  Rebellion, flat rebellion!

  BASTARD Wilt not be?

  Will not a calf’s-skin stop that mouth of thine? 225

  LOUIS THE DAUPHIN

  Father, to arms!

  BLANCHE Upon thy wedding day?

  Against the blood that thou hast married ?

  What, shall our feast be kept with slaughtered men?

  Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums,

  Clamours of hell, be measures to our pomp? 230

  She kneels

  O husband, hear me ! Ay, alack, how new

  Is ‘husband’ in my mouth! Even for that name

  Which till this time my tongue did ne’er pronounce,

  Upon my knee I beg, go not to arms

  Against mine uncle.

  CONSTANCE (kneeling) O, upon my knee 235

  Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee,

  Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom
r />   Forethought by heaven.

  BLANCHE (to Louis the Dauphin)

  Now shall I see thy love: what motive may

  Be stronger with thee than the name of wife? 240

  CONSTANCE

  That which upholdeth him that thee upholds:

  His honour.—O thine honour, Louis, thine honour!

  LOUIS THE DAUPHIN (to King Philip)

  I muse your majesty doth seem so cold

  When such profound respects do pull you on.

  PANDOLF

  I will denounce a curse upon his head. 245

  KING PHILIP

  Thou shalt not need.—England, I will fall from thee.

  ⌈He takes his hand from King John’s hand. Blanche and Constance rise⌉

  CONSTANCE

  O, fair return of banished majesty!

  QUEEN ELEANOR

  O, foul revolt of French inconstancy I

  KING JOHN

  France, thou shalt rue this hour within this hour.

  BASTARD

  Old Time the clock-setter, that bald sexton Time, 250

  Is it as he will?—Well then, France shall rue.

  BLANCHE

  The sun’s o’ercast with blood; fair day, adieu!

  Which is the side that I must go withal?

  I am with both, each army hath a hand,

  And in their rage, I having hold of both, 255

  They whirl asunder and dismember me.

  Husband, I cannot pray that thou mayst win.—

  Uncle, I needs must pray that thou mayst lose.—

  Father, I may not wish the fortune thine.—

  Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive.

  Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose,

  Assured loss before the match be played.

  LOUIS THE DAUPHIN

  Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.

  BLANCHE

  There where my fortune lives, there my life dies.

  KING JOHN (to the Bastard)

  Cousin, go draw our puissance together.—⌈Exit the Bastard⌉

  France, I am burned up with inflaming wrath,

  A rage whose heat hath this condition:

  That nothing can allay, nothing but blood,

  The blood, and dearest-valued blood, of France.

  KING PHILIP

  Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou shalt turn 270

  To ashes ere our blood shall quench that fire.

  Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy.

  KING JOHN

  No more than he that threats.—To arms let’s hie!

  Exeunt ⌈severally⌉

  3.2 Alarum; excursions. Enter the Bastard, with the Duke of Austria’s head

  BASTARD

  Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot;

  Some airy devil hovers in the sky

  And pours down mischief. Austria’s head lie there,