I’ll ride me north and show mine enemies
I’ll bring yon Rodulph’s head upon a pike-pole.
Bam. What of this Roman message?
Hen. Call in the messengers. (Enter a Cardinal and a Roman bishop.)
(To Ambs.) Go you to Rome?
Card. Yea, Your Majesty.
Hen. Go, tell your master, if he be the Pope
That I am Emperor, who can lift him down.
Tell him, in spiritual matters, Henry bows
To his opinion, in matters temporal, never!