To keep my Christian sheep in quiet fold,
France hath her ills whereof I know full well,
But Henry! Henry is the name I hate!
His is the other name that stands for Rome.
My hope is this, if I can only put
This arrogant emperor underneath my foot,
As this same parchment, (hear it crunch and crack!)
So I’d crush him and make me emperor,
Then mine would be the single will of Europe.
This is my aim.