_Lew._ A noble temper dost thou show in this; 40 And great affections wrestling in thy bosom[584] Doth make an earthquake of nobility.[585] O, what a noble combat hast thou fought[586] Between compulsion and a brave respect![587] Let me wipe off this honourable dew, 45 That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks: My heart hath melted at a lady's tears, Being an ordinary inundation; But this effusion of such manly drops, This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul, 50 Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amazed Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven Figured 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[588] That never saw the giant world enraged; Nor met with fortune other than at feasts, Full of warm blood, of mirth, of gossiping.[589] 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. And even there, methinks, an angel spake: _Enter_ PANDULPH.[590] 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. _Pand._ Hail, noble prince of France![591] The next is this, King John hath reconciled 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 threatening 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.