I hold a physic that will purge his pride
Of all its riches.
Pet. Give him that physic quickly, Hildebrand.
Thou art not fierce enough. Use, use thy power,
Ere it deserts thee. What be this power?
Hild. The Papal curse.
Pet. Yea, use it Gregory, use it even now.
Hild. Wait, Peter, thou wilt see a picture yet,
Wilt hear a music that will like thine ears,
Thou wilt see Henry, Monarch of half Europe,