Arch. But since good princes, like your majesty,
Take care of dangers merely possible,
Which may concern their subjects, whose they are,
And for whom kings are made—
King. Yes; we for them,
And they for us; the benefits are mutual,
100 And so the ties are too.
Card. To cut things short,
The Commons will decree, to exclude Navarre
From the succession of the realm of France.
King. Decree, my lord! What! one estate decree?
Where then are the other two, and what am I?
The government is cast up somewhat short,
The clergy and nobility cashiered,
Five hundred popular figures on a row,
And I myself, that am, or should be, king,
An o'ergrown cypher set before the sum:
What reasons urge our sovereigns for the exclusion?
Arch. He stands suspected, sir, of heresy.
King. Has he been called to make his just defence?
Card. That needs not, for 'tis known.
King. To whom?
Card. The Commons.
King. What is't those gods, the Commons, do not know?
But heresy, you churchmen teach us vulgar,
Supposes obstinate, and stiff persisting
In errors proved, long admonitions made,
And all rejected: Has this course been used?