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This, in our foresaid holy father's name,
King John. What earthly name to interrogatories
So slight, unworthy and ridiculous,
To charge me to an answer, as the pope.
Tell him this tale; and from the mouth of England
King Philip. Brother of England, you blaspheme in this.
King John. Though you and all the kings of Christendom
Are led so grossly by this meddling priest,
And meritorious shall that hand be call'd,
Canonized and worshipp'd as a saint,
That takes away by any secret course
ACT V, SCENE i.
[John yields after the insurrection of the barons and the
King John. Thus have I yielded up into your hand The circle of my glory.
Pandulph. [Giving JOHN the crown.] Take again From this my hand, as holding of the pope,
Your sovereign greatness and authority.
King John. Now keep your holy word: go meet the French,
And from his holiness use all your power
To stop their marches 'fore we are inflam'd.
This inundation of mistemper'd humour
Then pause not; for the present time's so sick,
Or overthrow incurable ensues.
Pandulph. It was my breath that blew this tem
Upon your stubborn usage of the pope;
But since you are a gentle convertite,
My tongue shall hush again this storm of war
ACT V, SCENE ii.
[Pandulph interviews the French leader.] Pandulph. Hail, noble prince of France! The next is this: King John hath reconcil'd Himself to Rome; his spirit is come in
That so stood out against the holy church,
It may lie gently at the foot of peace,
Lewis. Your grace shall pardon me; I will not back:
I am too high-born to be propertied,
To be a secondary at control,
Or useful serving-man and instrument
To any sovereign state throughout the world.
After young Arthur, claim this land for mine;
That undergo this charge? who else but I,
Sweat in this business and maintain this war?
106. bank'd] besieged.
And shall I now give o'er the yielded set?
Lewis. Outside or inside, I will not return
W. SHAKESPEARE (from King John).
At the death of John the English barons soon began to desert the invading army of the French, and rallied round the boy-king Henry III, who became the centre of national hopes and aspirations.
THIS England never did, nor never shall,
But when it first did help to wound itself.
And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
W. SHAKESPEARE (from King John).
SIMON DE MONTFORT
The misgovernment of Henry III had led to civil war, which, by the battle of Lewes in 1264, left Simon de Montfort practical ruler of England. In 1265 he summoned the first Parliament in which representatives of both counties and towns sat together. But his rule did not last for many months, and at the battle of Evesham he was defeated by the royalist party under Gloucester and Prince Edward (afterwards Edward I). Montfort himself was killed in the battle, but he was for long afterwards regarded by the English people as a martyr for justice and religion.
IN song my grief shall find relief,
I sing in tears our gentle peers
Our peace they sought, for us they fought, 5
And where they sleep, a mangled heap,
Ere Tuesday's sun its course had run
While rush'd to fight each gallant knight,
Still undismay'd, with trenchant blade
Not strength or skill to Edward's will,
On Evesham's plain, &c.
Yet, by the blow that laid thee low,