Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.[283][284]
K. John. We like not this; thou dost forget thyself.
Enter Pandulph.[285]
K. Phi. Here comes the holy legate of the pope.135
Pand. Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven!
To thee, King John, my holy errand is.
I Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal,
And from Pope Innocent the legate here,
Do in his name religiously demand140
Why thou against the church, our holy mother,
So wilfully dost spurn; and force perforce
Keep Stephen Langton, chosen archbishop[286]
Of Canterbury, from that holy see?[287]
This, in our foresaid holy father's name,145
Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee.
K. John. What earthy name to interrogatories[288]
Can task the free breath of a sacred king?[289]
Thou canst not, cardinal, devise a name
So slight, unworthy and ridiculous,150
To charge me to an answer, as the pope.[290]
Tell him this tale; and from the mouth of England
Add thus much more, that no Italian priest
Shall tithe or toll in our dominions;
But as we, under heaven, are supreme head,[291]155
So under Him that great supremacy,[292]
Where we do reign, we will alone uphold,
Without the assistance of a mortal hand:
So tell the pope, all reverence set apart
To him and his usurp'd authority.160
K. Phi. Brother of England, you blaspheme in this.
K. John. Though you and all the kings of Christendom
Are led so grossly by this meddling priest,
Dreading the curse that money may buy out;
And by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust,165
Purchase corrupted pardon of a man,
Who in that sale sells pardon from himself,
Though you and all the rest so grossly led
This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish,
Yet I alone, alone do me oppose170
Against the pope and count his friends my foes.
Pand. Then, by the lawful power that I have,
Thou shalt stand cursed and excommunicate:
And blessed shall he be that doth revolt
From his allegiance to an heretic;175
And meritorious shall that hand be call'd,
Canonized and worshipp'd as a saint,[293]
That takes away by any secret course
Thy hateful life.
Const. O, lawful let it be
That I have room with Rome to curse awhile![294]180
Good father cardinal, cry thou amen
To my keen curses; for without my wrong
There is no tongue hath power to curse him right.