KING. How comes she, pray, to be so chaste, so fair: So virtuous in your eye? QUEEN. She freed me from my foes, and never urg'd My great abuse when she was prisoner. KING. What did you to her! QUEEN. Rail'd upon her first, Then tare her hair, and rent her tender cheeks. KING. O heaven! was not the day dark at that foul deed? Could the sun see without a red eclipse The purple tears fall from those tyrant wounds? Out, Ethiop, gipsy, thick-lipped blackamoor! Wolf, tigress! worse than either of them both! SAL. Are you advis'd, my lord? KING. Out, doting earl! Couldst thou endure to see such violence? SAL. I tell you plain, my lord, I brook'd it not. But stay'd the tempest. KING. Rend my love's cheeks! that matchless effigy Of wonder-working nature's chiefest work: Tear her rich hair! to which gold wires, Sun's rays, and best of best compares (In their most pride) have no comparison. Abuse her name! Matilda's sacred name! O barbarous outrage, rudeness merciless! QUEEN. I told you, Salisbury, you mistook the king. SAL. I did indeed. My liege lord, give me leave To leave the camp. KING. Away, old fool! and take with thee that trull; For if she stay-- SAL. Come, lady, come away, Tempt not his rage. Ruin wrath always brings: Lust being lord, there is no trust in kings. [_Exeunt_. _Enter_ MOWBRAY. MOW. To arms, King John! Fitzwater's field is pitch'd About some mile hence on a champain[333] plain. Chester hath drawn our soldiers in array: The wings already have begun the fight. KING. Thither we will with wings of vengeance fly, And win Matilda, or lose victory! [_Exeunt_. ACT IV., SCENE I. _Enter_ LADY BRUCE _and her_ BOY _with_ BRAND. LADY B. Why did my keeper put us in thy hands? Wherein have we offended Blunt or thee? BRAND. You need not make these words: You must remove your lodging; this is all. Be not afeard: come, come, here is the door. LADY B. O God, how dark it is! BRAND. Go in, go in; it's higher up the stairs. LADY B. My trembling heart forbids me to go in. O, if thou have compassion, tell me true, What my poor boy and I must trust unto? BRAND. I tell thee true, compassion is my foe; Yet have I had of thee compassion. Take in thy child: as I have faith or troth, Thou and thy boy shall be but prisoners, And I must daily bring you meat and drink. LADY B. Well, thou hast sworn, and God so give thee light, As in this dark place thou rememb'rest us. Poor heart, thou laugh'st, and hast not wit to think Upon the many fears that me afflict. I will not in. Help us, assist us, Blunt! We shall be murdered in a dungeon! BRAND. Cry without cause? I'll have ye in, i' faith. LADY B. O, let my boy and I but dine with Blunt, And then I will with patience go in. BRAND. Will ye or nill ye, zounds! ye must go in, And never dine. LADY B. What say'st thou I never dine!