The Curse of Rome

Without my wrong there is no tongue hath power to curse him right. O lawful let it be that I have room with Rome to curse a while. Philip of France on parallel the curse let go the hand of that archhertic and raise the power of France upon his head, unless he do submit himself to Rome. Oh, Louis, stand fast. The devil tempts thee here in likeness of a new untrimid bride. Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down. Well, Ruffy and I must pocket up these wrongs because... Your britches best may carry them.