And even there methinks an angel spake,
Look where the holy legate comes apace,
To give us warrant from the hand of heav'n,
And on our actions set the name of right
With holy breath.

Pand.
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,
That great metropolis and see of Rome.
Therefore thy threatning colours now wind up,
And tame the savage spirit of wild war;
That like a Lion foster'd up at hand,
It may lye gently at the foot of peace,
And be no further harmful than in shew.

Lewis.
Your grace shall pardon me, I will not back:
I am too high-born to be propertied,
To be a secondary at controul,
Or useful serving-man, and instrument
To any soveraign state throughout the world.
Your breath first kindled the dead coal of war,
Between this chastis'd kingdom and my self,
And brought in matter that should feed this fire.
And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out

With that same weak wind which enkindled it.
You taught me how to know the face of right,
Acquainted me with int'rest to this land,
Yea thrust this enterprize into my heart:
And come ye now to tell me John hath made
His peace with Rome? what is that peace to me?
I, by the honour of my marriage-bed,
After young Arthur, claim this land for mine:
And now it is half conquer'd, must I back,
Because that John hath made his peace with Rome?
Am I Rome's slave? what penny hath Rome born,
What men provided? what munition sent,
To under-prop this action? is't not I
That undergo this charge? who else but I,
And such as to my claim are liable,
Sweat in this business, and maintain this war?
Have I not heard these islanders shout out
Vive le Roy, as I have bank'd their towns?
Have I not here the best cards for the game
To win this easie match, plaid for a crown?
And shall I now give o'er the yielded set?
No, on my soul it never shall be said.

Pand.
You look but on the outside of this work.

Lewis.
Outside or inside, I will not return,
'Till my attempt so much be glorified,
As to my ample hope was promised
Before I drew this gallant head of war,
And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world
To outlook conquest, and to win renown
Ev'n in the jaws of danger, and of death. [Trumpet sounds.
What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us?

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