Aust. Well ruffian, I must pocket vp these wrongs,
Because,
Bast. Your breeches best may carry them
Iohn. Philip, what saist thou to the Cardinall?
Con. What should he say, but as the Cardinall?
Dolph. Bethinke you father, for the difference
Is purchase of a heauy curse from Rome,
Or the light losse of England, for a friend:
Forgoe the easier
Bla. That's the curse of Rome
Con. O Lewis, stand fast, the deuill tempts thee heere
In likenesse of a new vntrimmed Bride
Bla. The Lady Constance speakes not from her faith,
But from her need
Con. Oh, if thou grant my need,
Which onely liues but by the death of faith,
That need, must needs inferre this principle,
That faith would liue againe by death of need:
O then tread downe my need, and faith mounts vp,
Keepe my need vp, and faith is trodden downe
Iohn. The king is moud, and answers not to this
Con. O be remou'd from him, and answere well
Aust. Doe so king Philip, hang no more in doubt
Bast. Hang nothing but a Calues skin most sweet lout