[Driving them out.
Who fights me, of this sworded company?
Cannot my words have sting in them enough,
Now, to make one of you turn suddenly
And stab me from behind? Out, out with you!
Fling-to the doors! A murrain on the curs!
So, I am master!
The Unknown Minstrel.
Well and merrily done!
But look you to the lady; she has swooned.