Pet. Now thou growest iron.
Hild. Yea, then I gave with smiles what I owned not
Now here with sternness I would hold mine own.
There is no Pope while there’s an Emperor,
’Tis my chief creed. Give me the letter.
(Reads) Ha, what be this? Refuses to retire
The German abbot he made without my leave,
Tells me that being king he holds in fief
All power of benefice. The hound! the hound!
I’ll make him stoop. I’ll crush his pride out yet.