CONSTANCE.
O, lawful let it be
That I have room with Rome to curse awhile!
Good father Cardinal, cry thou amen
To my keen curses; for without my wrong
There is no tongue hath power to curse him right.
PANDULPH.
There’s law and warrant, lady, for my curse.
CONSTANCE.
And for mine too. When law can do no right,
Let it be lawful that law bar no wrong.
Law cannot give my child his kingdom here,
For he that holds his kingdom holds the law;
Therefore, since law itself is perfect wrong,
How can the law forbid my tongue to curse?
PANDULPH.
Philip of France, on peril of a curse,
Let go the hand of that arch-heretic,
And raise the power of France upon his head,
Unless he do submit himself to Rome.
QUEEN ELEANOR.
Look’st thou pale, France? Do not let go thy hand.
CONSTANCE
Look to that, devil, lest that France repent
And by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul.
AUSTRIA.
King Philip, listen to the cardinal.
BASTARD.
And hang a calf’s-skin on his recreant limbs.
AUSTRIA.
Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs,
Because—
BASTARD.
Your breeches best may carry them.