Would willingly forego his place.
De Vienne. Why, how now!
Why, how now, friend! dost thou come o'er me thus?
But I shall find a time—it fits not now—
When I will teach thee——'Sdeath! old John de Vienne,
A veteran, bluff soldier, bearded thus!
And sneer'd at by a saucy—Mark you me!—
[Rises.
Well, let it pass:—the general calamity
Will sour the best of us.—[Sits.]—My honest citizens,