Page 220 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

BASTARD

Keep the peace, I say.

SALISBURY
Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge.

BASTARD
Thou wert better gall the divel, Salisbury: [95]
If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot,

Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame,
I’ll strike thee dead. Put up thy sword betime −
Or I’ll so maul you and your toasting-iron
That you shall think the divel is come from hell. [100]

BIGOT
What wilt thou do, renowned Faulconbridge?

Second a villain and a murtherer?

HUBERT

Lord Bigot, I am none.

BIGOT
Who kill’d this prince?

HUBERT
’Tis not an hour since I left him well:
I honour’d him, I lov’d him, and will weep [105]

My date of life out for his sweet live’s loss.

SALISBURY

Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villainy is not without such rheum;
And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
Like rivers of remorse and innocency. [110]

Away with me, all you whose souls abhor
Th’ uncleanly savours of a slaughter-house;
For I am stifled with this smell of sin.