CHES. My own sword shall maintain my tongue's true speech; For it is not frequented to such lies, As wrangling Leicester and proud Richmond use: It cannot set out, like a thundering drum Or roaring cannon, stuff'd with nought but brags, The multitudes of seas dyed red with blood,[317] And famous cities into cinders turn'd By their two armed arms. KING. Ay, Chester; And then they show us rags, torn off belike From poor decayed ladies' petticoats; For neither bill, nor feather'd shot, nor pike Make half nor any of those rents they have. These, patch'd together, fasten'd unto staves, They will not stick to swear have been advanc'd Against the Sophy, Soldan, and the Turk. LEI. Do not maintain proud Chester, my life's liege: Your words I must put up; his if I bear-- KING.[318] Yes, you shall bear them, bear, and yet not bite: We have you muzzled now. Remember once You brav'd us with your bombard boasting words. Come (briefly), Leicester, Richmond, both Fitzwaters, Bruce, Deliver up your swords immediately; And either yield your bodies to our hands, Or give such pledges as we shall accept Unto our steward Winchester with speed. LEI. I will not leave my arms, nor break my word, Except I be provok'd: your liege-man I am sworn; That oath is pledge enough. If you mislike-- KING. Thou hear'st me say I do. LEI. And I reply: That pledge refus'd, I have no more for you. RICH. And Richmond says as noble Leicester saith. Already have we plighted fame and faith Which, being scorn'd, returns to us again, And by the king's own mouth we are discharged. KING. Fitzwater, what say you? FITZ. What pledge desires my liege? KING. I ask your stubborn daughter. YOUNG B. That were a gage To be engaged. FITZ. Peace, thou headstrong boy! Pardon me, sovereign; all my power is yours; My goods you may command, my life you may: My children too, I know, with both their lives Will readily adventure death's worst wrongs, To do such service as true subjects should; But honourable fame; true chastity-- KING. Make no exceptions: yield her up to me, Or look for ever for my enmity. FITZ. Nay, then, Fitzwater tells your majesty, You do him wrong; and well will let you wit, He will defend his honour to the death. KING. And, Bruce, you are no otherwise disposed: You will not give your sons to me for pledge. BRUCE. I have but one, being my lesser boy, Who is at Guildford: for my other son-- KING. He braves me with the rest. Well, it is night, and there's no sun to swear by, But God's[319] son, and by him I here protest A miserable storm this night to raise That shall not cease, while England giveth rest To such vile traitors. Bruce, I'll begin with you; I will, i' faith, as true as God is true. [_Exit_ KING, _cum suis_. LEI. Then shall a storm be rais'd against a storm, And tempest be with tempest beaten back.