. Complete works of William Shakespeare . O, hear me! Aust. Lady Constance, peace! Const. War! war! no peace! peace is to me a Lymoges! O Austria! thou dost shameThat bloody spoil: thou slave, thou wretch, thouThou little valiant, great in villany! [coward! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!Thou fortunes champion that dost never fightBut when her humorous ladyship is byTo teach thee safety! thou art perjured too, 120 And soothest up greatness. What a fool art thou,A ramping fool, to brag and stamp and swearUpon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave,Hast thou not spoke like thunder on m
. Complete works of William Shakespeare . O, hear me! Aust. Lady Constance, peace! Const. War! war! no peace! peace is to me a Lymoges! O Austria! thou dost shameThat bloody spoil: thou slave, thou wretch, thouThou little valiant, great in villany! [coward! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!Thou fortunes champion that dost never fightBut when her humorous ladyship is byTo teach thee safety! thou art perjured too, 120 And soothest up greatness. What a fool art thou,A ramping fool, to brag and stamp and swearUpon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave,Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side,Been sworn my soldier, bidding me dependUpon thy stars, thy fortune and thy strength,And dost thou now fall over to my foes ?Thou wear a lions hide! doff it for shame,And hang a calfs-skin on those recreant limbs. Aust. O, that a man should speak those words tome! [limbs. 130 Bast. And hang a calfs-skin on those recreant Aust. Thou darest not say so, villain, for thy life. Bast. And hang a calfs-skin on those recreantlimbs. 39 9i. Act in. Tking Jobn, JT. John. We like not this: thou dost forget thy-self. Enter Pandulph. K. Phi. Here comes the holy legate of the pope. Pand. Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven!To thee, King John, my holy errand Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal,And from Pope Innocent the legate here,Do in his name religiously demand 140 Why thou against the church, our holy mother,So wilfully dost spurn; and force perforceKeep Stephen Langton, chosen archbishopOf Canterbury, from that holy see ?This, in our foresaid holy fathers name,Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee. K. John. What earthy name to interrogatoriesCan task the free breath of a sacred king VThou canst not, cardinal, devise a nameSo slight, unworthy and ridiculous, 150 To charge me to an answer, as the him this tale; and from the mouth of EnglandAdd thus much more, that no Italian priestShall tithe or toll in our dominions;But as we, under heaven, are supreme head,So under Him
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