_K. Phi._ Good reverend father, make my person yours, And tell me how you would bestow yourself. 225 This royal hand and mine are newly knit, And the conjunction of our inward souls Married in league, coupled and link'd together With all religious strength of sacred vows; The latest breath that save the sound of words 230 Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love Between our kingdoms and our royal selves, And even before this truce, but new before,[303] No longer than we well could wash our hands To clap this royal bargain up of peace, 235 Heaven knows, they were besmear'd and overstain'd With slaughter's pencil, where revenge did paint The fearful difference of incensed kings: And shall these hands, so lately purged of blood, So newly join'd in love, so strong in both, 240 Unyoke this seizure and this kind regreet? Play fast and loose with faith? so jest with heaven, Make such unconstant children of ourselves, As now again to snatch our palm from palm, Unswear faith sworn, and on the marriage-bed 245 Of smiling peace to march a bloody host, And make a riot on the gentle brow Of true sincerity? O, holy sir, My reverend father, let it not be so! Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose 250 Some gentle order; and then we shall be blest[304] To do your pleasure and continue friends. _Pand._ All form is formless, order orderless. Save what is opposite to England's love. Therefore to arms! be champion of our church, 255 Or let the church, our mother, breathe her curse, A mother's curse, on her revolting son. France, thou mayst hold a serpent by the tongue, A chafed lion by the mortal paw,[305] A fasting tiger safer by the tooth, 260 Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost hold. _K. Phi._ I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith.