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This be Damascus, be thou cursèd Cain
To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt. [40]

GLOUCEST ER

I will not slay thee, but I’ll drive thee back;
Thy scarlet robes, as a child’s bearing-cloth,
I’ll use to carry thee out of this place.

WINCHEST ER

Do what thou dar’st, I beard thee to thy face.

GLOUCEST ER

What? Am I dared and bearded to my face? [45]
Draw, men, for all this privileged place -

[All draw their swords.]
Blue coats to tawny coats. - Priest, beware your beard,
I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly.
Under my feet I’ll stamp thy cardinal’s hat;
In spite of pope or dignities of church, [50]
Here by the cheeks I’ll drag thee up and down.

WINCHEST ER

Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the pope.

GLOUCEST ER

Winchester goose, I cry, ‘A rope! A rope!’
Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay?
Thee I’ll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep’s array. [55]
Out, tawny coats! Out, scarlet hypocrite!

Here Gloucester’s Men beat out the Cardinal’s Men, and enter in the
hurly-burly the Mayor of London and his Officers.

MAY OR

Fie, lords, that you, being supreme magistrates,
Thus contumeliously should break the peace!

GLOUCEST ER

Peace, mayor! Thou know’st little of my wrongs.
Here’s Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king, [60]