May break an oath and Heaven smile upon it.
Win. These papers, dearest liege, are warrant for us.
There is one here so steeped in guilt, the pope
Commands his sentence by our Spiritual Court;
And knowing crime so deep makes fierce defence,
We came thus armed.
Hen. Who of my subjects is so basely given
The pope must urge the sword of justice 'gainst him?
Win. He is so high in your esteem, my liege——
Hen. Now were he next ourself, our very love,