I Kneel to Thee Queen! Art Thou Goddess? Are You Mortal?

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• Modern English language
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• Act ane, Scene 1
• Deed 2, Scene ane
• Act 2, Scene 2
• Human action three, Scene 1
• Act 3, Scene one Summary
• Human activity three, Scene ii
• Act 3, Scene 3
• Act 3, Scene iv
• Act 4, Scene ane
• Deed four, Scene ii
• Human activity iv, Scene three
• Act v, Scene i
• Act 5, Scene 2
• Act 5, Scene 3
• Human activity 5, Scene four
• Act five, Scene five
• Deed 5, Scene 6
• Act 5, Scene seven
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King John: Deed 3, Scene 1 Translation

A side-past-side translation of Deed 3, Scene 1 of King John from the original Shakespeare into modern English.

Original Text	Translated Text
Source: Folger Shakespeare Library
Enter Constance, Arthur, and Salisbury. CONSTANCE, to Salisbury Gone to be married? Gone to swear a peace? False blood to false blood joined? Gone to be friends? Shall Louis have Blanche and Blanche those provinces? It is non so. Grand hast misspoke, misheard. 5 Be well advised; tell o'er thy tale once again. Information technology cannot be; thousand dost but say 'tis so. I trust I may not trust thee, for thy discussion Is but the vain breath of a mutual man. Believe me, I practice non believe thee, human. 10 I have a king's oath to the contrary. Thou shalt be punished for thus flighting me, For I am sick and capable of fears, Oppressed with wrongs and therefore full of fears, A widow, husbandless, subject to fears, 15 A adult female naturally born to fears. And though one thousand now confess thou didst but jest, With my vexed spirits I cannot take a truce, Simply they volition quake and tremble all this day. What dost thou hateful by shaking of thy head? 20 Why dost thou look and so sadly on my son? What ways that mitt upon that breast of thine? Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum, Similar a proud river peering o'er his premises? Exist these pitiful signs confirmers of thy words? 25 And then speak once more—not all thy former tale, But this one discussion, whether thy tale be true. SALISBURY Equally true as I believe you retrieve them imitation That give you cause to prove my maxim true. CONSTANCE O, if m teach me to believe this sorrow, 30 Teach one thousand this sorrow how to make me dice, And let belief and life come across so Equally doth the fury of two desperate men Which in the very meeting fall and die. Louis marry Blanche?—O, male child, then where fine art 35 g?— French republic friend with England? What becomes of me? Fellow, be gone. I cannot beck thy sight. This news hath fabricated thee a almost ugly man. SALISBURY What other harm accept I, practiced lady, done 40 But spoke the harm that is by others done? CONSTANCE Which harm within itself and so heinous is Equally information technology makes harmful all that speak of it. ARTHUR I do beseech you, madam, be content. CONSTANCE If k that bidd'st me be content wert grim, 45 Ugly, and sland'rous to thy mother's womb, Full of faltering blots and sightless stains, Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, biggy, Patched with foul moles and heart-offending marks, I would not care; I then would be content, 50 For so I should not love thee; no, nor m Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown. Just thousand fine art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy, Nature and Fortune joined to brand thee great. Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast, 55 And with the half-diddled rose. But Fortune, O, She is corrupted, changed, and won from thee; Sh' adulterates hourly with thine Uncle John, And with her gilded hand hath plucked on France To tread down off-white respect of sovereignty, threescore And made his majesty the bawd to theirs. France is a bawd to Fortune and Male monarch John, That strumpet Fortune, that usurping John.— Tell me, g fellow, is non France forsworn? Envenom him with words, or get thee gone 65 And get out those woes alone which I alone Am leap to underbear.	Constance, Arthur, and Salisbury are continuing outside King Philip's tent. Constance is IRATE that King Philip betrayed her and her little boy. She keeps asking Salisbury if it's really true that in that location'southward going to be a peace treaty and a wedding. He tells her that it is. Constance starts to accept her anger out on Salisbury, but when Arthur tells her to take a chill pill, she explodes at him. She says she wishes he were ugly, because then she wouldn't dearest him or intendance if he became male monarch, since existence hideous and plain-featured would be proof that he didn't deserve information technology. Brain Snack: When Shakespeare wrote this play, babies born with "monstrous" deformities were considered one) a course of punishment from God and ii) a sign of evil. Get enquire Shakespeare's famous "hunchback" Richard III if you don't believe us. After Constance'due south rant nearly babies born "ugly," "full of faltering blots," "lame, foolish, crooked," and total of "foul moles and centre-offending marks," she turns her attention to Fortune, that fickle goddess who destroys men'south lives at the drop of a hat. Co-ordinate to Constance, this lousy plough of events is all Fortune'southward mistake. She fifty-fifty accuses Fortune of existence King John's prostitute, which is but her freaky way of proverb that Fortune is beingness unfaithful and disloyal to Arthur.
SALISBURY Pardon me, madam, I may non go without y'all to the Kings. CONSTANCE Thou mayst, thou shalt, I volition not go with thee. 70 I will instruct my sorrows to be proud, For grief is proud and makes his owner stoop. She sits down. To me and to the state of my bully grief Let kings assemble, for my griefs so great That no supporter only the huge firm Earth 75 Tin concord it upwardly. Here I and sorrows sit down. Here is my throne; bid kings come up bow to it.	Salisbury tries to interrupt this rant. He's all, "Alibi me, ma'am, only you and I need to go meet the kings." Constance refuses to come across them and says she's staying right where she is. Then she throws herself on the ground and tells u.s.a. she's so total of grief she needs the globe to prop her upwardly. It doesn't stop in that location. Constance calls the earth her "throne" and says she'll be sitting in the dirt if anyone wants to come up over and talk to her. Then in that location.
Enter King John, hand in paw with King Philip of France, Louis the Dauphin, Blanche, Queen Eleanor, Bastard, Republic of austria, and Attendants. KING PHILIP, to Blanche 'Tis true, fair daughter, and this blessèd day E'er in France shall be kept festival. To solemnize this mean solar day the glorious sunday 80 Stays in his class and plays the alchemist, Turning with splendor of his precious eye The meager cloddy earth to glittering gold. The yearly course that brings this day about Shall never see it just a holy solar day. 85 CONSTANCE, rising A wicked day, and not a holy mean solar day! What hath this day deserved? What hath it done That it in golden letters should be set Amid the high tides in the calendar? Nay, rather turn this day out of the week, 90 This day of shame, oppression, perjury. Or if it must stand up nonetheless, permit wives with kid Pray that their burdens may non fall this day, Lest that their hopes prodigiously exist crossed. But on this twenty-four hour period let seamen fear no wrack; 95 No bargains break that are not this day fabricated; This mean solar day, all things begun come up to sick stop, Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change! Rex PHILIP By heaven, lady, you lot shall have no crusade To curse the off-white proceedings of this twenty-four hour period. 100 Take I not pawned to you lot my majesty? CONSTANCE You take beguiled me with a counterfeit Resembling majesty, which, being touched and tried, Proves valueless. You are forsworn, forsworn. Y'all came in arms to spill mine enemies' claret, 105 Merely at present in arms you strengthen it with yours. The grappling vigor and crude frown of war Is common cold in amity and painted peace, And our oppression hath made up this league. Arm, arm, you lot heavens, against these perjured 110 kings! A widow cries; be married man to me, God! Let non the hours of this ungodly day Article of clothing out the days in peace, but ere sunset Set armèd discord 'twixt these perjured kings. 115 Hear me, O, hear me! AUSTRIA Lady Constance, peace. CONSTANCE State of war, war, no peace! Peace is to me a war. O Limoges, O Austria, thou dost shame That bloody spoil. Thou slave, grand wretch, k 120 coward, Thou niggling valiant, great in villainy, Grand ever strong upon the stronger side, Thousand Fortune's champion, that dost never fight But when her humorous Ladyship is by 125 To teach thee prophylactic. Thou fine art perjured too, And sooth'st up greatness. What a fool art thou, A ramping fool, to brag and stamp and swear Upon my party. One thousand common cold-blooded slave, Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side? 130 Been sworn my soldier, bidding me depend Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength? And dost thou now fall over to my foes? Thou vesture a lion'southward hide! Doff it for shame, And hang a calfskin on those recreant limbs. 135 Republic of austria O, that a homo should speak those words to me! Bounder "And hang a calfskin on those recreant limbs." AUSTRIA Chiliad dar'st not say and then, villain, for thy life! Bounder "And hang a calfskin on those recreant limbs."	In walk all the shiny, happy people, property hands. They're tickled with the arranged marriage they've, well...bundled, and Rex Philip makes a toast about what a wonderful, holy day it is. That gets Constance off her tuffet. She stands up and tells everybody inside shouting altitude that it'south actually a "wicked day," non a "holy day." Major wedding faux pas. King Philip tells her to pipe down. Later on all, they gave Arthur a bunch of state and then he could be Knuckles of I Place and Earl of Something Else. But Constance won't have it. Next she starts in on Republic of austria, accusing him of being a coward. Austria is miffed, peculiarly when the Bastard starts rubbing it in.
KING JOHN We like not this. K dost forget thyself. 140 Enter Pandulph. King PHILIP Hither comes the holy legate of the Pope. PANDULPH Hail, you all-powerful deputies of heaven! To thee, King John, my holy errand is. I, Pandulph, of fair Milan central And from Pope Innocent the legate here, 145 Do in his name religiously demand Why thou confronting the Church, our holy mother, And then willfully dost spurn, and force perforce Go on Stephen Langton, chosen Archbishop Of Canterbury, from that Holy See. 150 This, in our foresaid Holy Begetter's name, Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee. King JOHN What earthy proper name to interrogatories Can chore the free breath of a sacred king? G canst non, cardinal, devise a name 155 So slight, unworthy, and ridiculous To charge me to an respond, every bit the Pope. Tell him this tale, and from the rima oris of England Add together thus much more, that no Italian priest Shall tithe or price in our dominions; i60 But as we nether God are supreme head, So, under Him, that great supremacy Where nosotros do reign we will alone uphold Without th' help of a mortal hand. And then tell the Pope, all reverence set apart 165 To him and his usurped authorisation. KING PHILIP Brother of England, you blaspheme in this. KING JOHN Though you lot and all the kings of Christendom Are led so grossly by this meddling priest, Dreading the curse that money may purchase out, 170 And by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust, Purchase corrupted pardon of a man Who in that auction sells pardon from himself, Though yous and all the rest, then grossly led, This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish, 175 Yet I alone, alone do me oppose Confronting the Pope, and count his friends my foes.	King John steps in to keep the peace, only is quickly distracted by Cardinal Pandulph, an ambassador from the Pope. Pandulph wants to know where King John gets off refusing to support the Pope'south option for the next Archbishop of Canterbury. King John says he's the king, and he'll exercise what he wants. He's not going to let some lame "Italian priest" (that would be the Pope) meddle in English language diplomacy. King Philip goes, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, King John! You can't talk smack nearly the Pope!" But King John doesn't heed. He says the Church is corrupt, and he couldn't intendance less if he's booted out of the Church.
PANDULPH And so, by the lawful power that I have, Thou shalt stand cursed and anathematize; And blessèd shall he be that doth revolt 180 From his allegiance to an heretic; And meritorious shall that paw be chosen, Canonizèd and worshiped as a saint, That takes away by any secret course Thy hateful life. 185 CONSTANCE O, lawful allow it be That I have room with Rome to curse awhile! Skillful male parent primal, cry grand "Amen" To my keen curses, for without my wrong There is no tongue hath power to curse him right. 190 PANDULPH In that location's police force and warrant, lady, for my curse. CONSTANCE And for mine, likewise. When law can practise no right, Let information technology be lawful that law bar no wrong. Law cannot give my child his kingdom here, For he that holds his kingdom holds the constabulary. 195 Therefore, since police itself is perfect wrong, How can the law forbid my tongue to expletive? PANDULPH Philip of France, on peril of a curse, Let become the paw of that curvation-heretic, And raise the power of France upon his head 200 Unless he practise submit himself to Rome. QUEEN ELEANOR Look'st m pale, France? Do not let get thy manus. CONSTANCE Look to that, devil, lest that France repent And by disjoining easily, hell lose a soul. AUSTRIA King Philip, listen to the Cardinal. 205 BASTARD And hang a calfskin on his recreant limbs. Republic of austria Well, ruffian, I must pocket upwards these wrongs, Because— Bounder Your breeches best may carry them. KING JOHN Philip, what sayst yard to the Central? 210 CONSTANCE What should he say, but equally the Cardinal? DAUPHIN Bethink you, father, for the departure Is buy of a heavy expletive from Rome, Or the calorie-free loss of England for a friend. Forgo the easier. 215 BLANCHE That's the curse of Rome. CONSTANCE O Louis, stand fast! The devil tempts thee here In likeness of a new untrimmèd helpmate. BLANCHE The Lady Constance speaks not from her faith, But from her need. 220 CONSTANCE, to Rex Philip O, if thou grant my need, Which merely lives but by the death of faith, That need must needs infer this principle: That faith would live again by death of need. O, then tread down my need, and organized religion mounts upwards; 225 Continue my need up, and faith is trodden downwards. KING JOHN The King is moved, and answers not to this. CONSTANCE, to Rex Philip O, be removed from him, and answer well! Austria Do so, King Philip. Hang no more than in uncertainty. BASTARD Hang nothing but a calfskin, most sweetness lout. 230	In response, Pandulph goes, "Fine. King John, you lot're excommunicated." Non only that, but Pandulph says that the Church volition be super pleased with anybody who kills John. Brain Snack: This probably reminded the play's original audience of Shakespeare's monarch, Queen Elizabeth I. In 1570, Elizabeth was excommunicated by Pope Pius V, who wanted a Catholic monarch on England'southward throne. Then, in 1580, Pope Gregory Xiii made a big announcement that if someone wanted to get alee and kill Elizabeth, it wouldn't be a sin. Constance takes this equally an opportunity to curse King John a chip more. At present Pandulph tells King Philip to break up his brotherhood with Male monarch John. At that place is some confusing dorsum and forth, equally different sides try to pull Male monarch Philip one mode or the other. Louis, Republic of austria, and Constance are trying to get him to intermission upwards his brotherhood with King John. Blanche, Eleanor, and King John want him to keep it.
KING PHILIP I am perplexed and know not what to say. PANDULPH What canst thou say but will perplex thee more, If thou stand up excommunicate and cursed? King PHILIP Adept reverend begetter, make my person yours, And tell me how you lot would bestow yourself. 235 This regal hand and mine are newly knit, And the conjunction of our inward souls Married, in league, coupled, and linked together With all religious strength of sacred vows. The latest jiff that gave the sound of words 240 Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love Between our kingdoms and our imperial selves; And fifty-fifty earlier this truce, simply new before, No longer than we well could wash our hands To clap this majestic bargain up of peace, 245 God knows they were besmeared and overstained With slaughter's pencil, where revenge did paint The fearful departure of incensèd kings. And shall these easily, so lately purged of blood, And so newly joined in love, then strong in both, 250 Unyoke this seizure and this kind regreet? Play fast and loose with religion? So jest with heaven? Make such unconstant children of ourselves As now once more to snatch our palm from palm, Unswear faith sworn, and on the marriage bed 255 Of smile peace to march a encarmine host And make a anarchism on the gentle brow Of true sincerity? O holy sir, My reverend male parent, permit information technology not exist and then! Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose 260 Some gentle club, and so nosotros shall be blest To practise your pleasure and continue friends. PANDULPH All form is formless, lodge orderless, Relieve what is opposite to England's beloved. Therefore to arms! Be champion of our Church, 265 Or let the Church, our mother, breathe her curse, A mother'southward curse, on her revolting son. France, k mayst hold a ophidian by the natural language, A chafèd lion by the mortal hand, A fasting tiger safer by the molar, 270 Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost agree. KING PHILIP I may disjoin my manus, but not my faith. PANDULPH So mak'st m religion an enemy to religion, And like a civil war sett'st oath to oath, Thy tongue against thy natural language. O, allow thy vow 275 First made to God, first exist to God performed, That is, to be the champion of our Church building! What since g swor'st is sworn against thyself And may not be performèd past thyself, For that which thousand hast sworn to practice amiss 280 Is not amiss when it is truly done; And beingness not washed where doing tends to ill, The truth is then almost washed not doing it. The better deed of purposes mistook Is to mistake over again; though indirect, 285 Yet indirection thereby grows direct, And falsehood falsehood cures, as fire cools burn down Within the scorchèd veins of one new-burned. It is organized religion that doth make vows kept, Only thou hast sworn against faith 290 By what thou swear'st against the thing thou swear'st, And mak'st an oath the surety for thy truth Against an oath. The truth thou art unsure To swear swears only not to be forsworn, 295 Else what a mockery should information technology be to swear? Simply thou dost swear only to exist forsworn, And virtually forsworn to go along what thou dost swear. Therefore thy subsequently vows against thy first Is in thyself rebellion to thyself. 300 And ameliorate conquest never canst thou make Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts Confronting these light-headed loose suggestions, Upon which better part our prayers come up in, If thou vouchsafe them. But if not, then know 305 The peril of our curses lite on thee So heavy as thou shalt non shake them off, Just in despair die under their black weight.	Philip has a hard time making up his mind. And then, he turns to Pandulph again, and makes a big speech about how his family and John's take just become 1 through the marriage of Louis and Blanche. Non to mention the fact that they were at war with each other until, oh, maybe an hour agone? Is Pandulph really asking them to give this all upwards and break the peace? Pandulph says, "You lot bet I am." Then he tells Rex Philip that, if he doesn't make war against King John ASAP, he's going to end up on the Church building'due south listing of enemies. When Philip protests, Pandulph beats him over the caput with an extremely long and complicated speech. This speech basically boils downward to saying: you swore loyalty to the Church offset; you tin't be loyal to King John without existence disloyal to the Church; therefore, you should accolade your original agreement and break your ties with John. This same basic idea gets repeated several times in the speech, only in unlike language.
AUSTRIA Rebellion, apartment rebellion! BASTARD Will 't not exist? 310 Will not a calfskin finish that mouth of thine? DAUPHIN Begetter, to arms! BLANCHE Upon thy nuptials twenty-four hours? Against the blood that chiliad hast marrièd? What, shall our banquet be kept with slaughtered men? 315 Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums, Clamors of hell, exist measures to our pomp? She kneels. O husband, hear me! Ay, alack, how new Is "husband" in my oral cavity! Fifty-fifty for that name, Which till this fourth dimension my natural language did ne'er pronounce, 320 Upon my human knee I beg, get not to arms Against mine uncle. CONSTANCE, kneeling O, upon my knee Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee, One thousand virtuous Dauphin, modify not the doom 325 Forethought past heaven! BLANCHE, to Dauphin At present shall I run into thy dearest. What motive may Be stronger with thee than the name of wife? CONSTANCE That which upholdeth him that thee upholds, His accolade.—O, thine honor, Louis, thine honor! 330 DAUPHIN, to Male monarch Philip I muse your Majesty doth seem and so common cold, When such profound respects practise pull you on. PANDULPH I will denounce a curse upon his head. KING PHILIP, dropping King John's paw Grand shalt not need.—England, I will autumn from thee.	When Pandulph is washed talking, Austria and Louis encourage Philip to make war against King John. Blanche is shocked at Louis'southward attitude: is he actually going to make war confronting his bride's family on their wedding day? Meanwhile, Constance tries to persuade Philip to get for information technology. Finally, King Philip says fine, he won't be friends with Rex John anymore.
CONSTANCE, rising O, fair return of banished majesty! QUEEN ELEANOR O, foul revolt of French inconstancy! Rex JOHN France, k shalt rue this hour within this 60 minutes. Bounder Old Time the clock-setter, that bald sexton Time, Is it as he will? Well, and then, France shall rue. 340 BLANCHE, rising The sun's o'ercast with blood. Fair day, adieu. Which is the side that I must go withal? I am with both, each army hath a hand, And in their rage, I having concord of both, They whirl asunder and dismember me. 345 Husband, I cannot pray that thou mayst win.— Uncle, I needs must pray that thou mayst lose.— Male parent, I may not wish the fortune thine.— Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive. Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose. 350 Assurèd loss before the match exist played. DAUPHIN Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies. BLANCHE In that location where my fortune lives, there my life dies. KING JOHN, to Bastard Cousin, go draw our puissance together. Bastard exits. France, I am burned up with inflaming wrath, 355 A rage whose heat hath this status, That nothing can allay, nothing only claret— The claret, and dear-valued blood, of France. KING PHILIP Thy rage shall burn thee up, and one thousand shalt turn To ashes ere our blood shall quench that fire. 360 Look to thyself. Thou art in jeopardy. KING JOHN No more than he that threats.—To arms permit's hie! They exit.	Blanche is pretty bummed—her divided loyalties hateful that she will be grieving no matter how the battle turns out. (Does this sound familiar? It'due south basically how Juliet feels when her new married man Romeo kills her cousin Tybalt in Deed 3, Scene 1 ofRomeo and Juliet.) Afterwards King John and Rex Philip spout some horrible threats at each other, each king heads dorsum to his own army in order to go set for battle. Wow. That went south fast.

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