Page 228 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz’d
Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven
Figur’d quite o’er with burning meteors.
Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury,

And with a great heart heave away this storm: [55]
Commend these waters to those baby eyes
That never saw the giant world enrag’d,
Nor met with fortune other than at feasts,

Full warm of blood, of mirth, of gossiping.
Come, come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep [60]
Into the purse of rich prosperity
As Lewis himself: so, nobles, shall you all,

That knit your sinews to the strength of mine.
Enter Pandulph.
And even there, methinks, an angel spake:
Look, where the holy legate comes apace, [65]

To give us warrant from the hand of heaven,
And on our actions set the name of right
With holy breath.

PANDULPH
Hail, noble prince of France!
The next is this: King John hath reconcil’d

Himself to Rome; his spirit is come in, [70]
That so stood out against the holy church,
The great metropolis and see of Rome.

Therefore thy threat’ning colours now wind up,
And tame the savage spirit of wild war,
That, like a lion foster’d up at hand, [75]
It may lie gently at the foot of peace,
And be no further harmful than in show.

LEWIS
Your grace shall pardon me, I will not back:
I am too high-born to be propertied,
To be a secondary at control, [80]
Or useful serving-man and instrument

To any sovereign state throughout the world.