Pand. There's law and warrant, lady, for my curse.
Const. And for mine too: when law can do no right,[295]185
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?190
Pand. 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.
Eli. Look'st thou pale, France? do not let go thy hand.195
Const. Look to that, devil; lest that France repent,[296]
And by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul.
Aust. King Philip, listen to the cardinal.
Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on his recreant limbs.[297]
Aust. Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs,200
Because—
Bast. Your breeches best may carry them.
K. John. Philip, what say'st thou to the cardinal?