(Goes to an altar and taking a consecrated wafer, returns with it in his hand.)
Now, Henry of Germany, men may lie,
And even Popes be sinful, flesh is frail;
But Heaven at last will judge betwixt us two. (Raising the wafer. The Cardinals all draw back in fear.)
If I be liar in the smallest part,
Deceitful or malicious in that judgment,
Wherewith I have judged thee, heaping crimes
Unspeakable and abhorrent on thy head,
May listening Heaven which is only just,