_Pand._ So makest thou faith an enemy to faith; And like a civil war set'st oath to oath, Thy tongue against thy tongue. O, let thy vow 265 First made to heaven, first be to heaven perform'd, That is, to be the champion of our church. What since thou sworest is sworn against thyself And may not be performed by thyself, For that which thou hast sworn to do amiss 270 Is not amiss when it is truly done,[306] And being not done, where doing tends to ill, The truth is then most done not doing it: The better act of purposes mistook Is to mistake again; though indirect,[307] 275 Yet indirection thereby grows direct, And falsehood falsehood cures, as fire cools fire Within the scorched veins of one new-burn'd. It is religion that doth make vows kept; But thou hast sworn against religion, 280 By what thou swear'st against the thing thou swear'st,[308] And makest an oath the surety for thy truth[309] Against an oath: the truth thou art unsure[309][310][311] To swear, swears only not to be forsworn;[311][312] Else what a mockery should it be to swear! 285 But thou dost swear only to be forsworn; And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost swear. Therefore thy later vows against thy first[313] Is in thyself rebellion to thyself; And better conquest never canst thou make 290 Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts Against these giddy loose suggestions:[314] Upon which better part our prayers come in, If thou vouchsafe them. But if not, then know The peril of our curses light on thee[315] 295 So heavy as thou shalt not shake them off, But in despair die under their black weight. _Aust._ Rebellion, flat rebellion! _Bast._ Will't not be? Will not a calf's-skin stop that mouth of thine? _Lew._ Father, to arms![316] _Blanch._ Upon thy wedding-day? 300 Against the blood that thou hast married? What, shall our feast be kept with slaughtered men?[317] Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums, Clamours of hell, be measures to our pomp? O husband, hear me! ay, alack, how new[318] 305 Is husband in my mouth! even for that name, Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce, Upon my knee I beg, go not to arms Against mine uncle. _Const._ O, upon my knee,[319] Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee,[319] 310 Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom[319] Forethought by heaven![319] _Blanch._ Now shall I see thy love: what motive may Be stronger with thee than the name of wife?