Gui. Thou a —— hot old hair-brained fool.
Gril. You were complotter with the cursed League,
The black abettor of our Harry's death.
Gui. 'Tis false.
Gril. 'Tis true, as thou art double-hearted:
Thou double traitor, to conspire so basely;
And when found out, more basely to deny't.
Gui. O gracious Harry, let me sound thy name,
Lest this old rust of war, this knotty trifler,
Should raise me to extremes.
Gril. If thou'rt a man,
That didst refuse the challenge of Navarre,
Come forth[10].
047 Gui. Go on; since thou'rt resolved on death,
I'll follow thee, and rid thy shaking soul.
Enter King, Queen-Mother, Alphonso, Abbot, &c.
But see, the king: I scorn to ruin
thee, Therefore go tell him, tell him thy own story.
King. Ha, colonel, is this your friendly visit?
Tell me the truth, how happened this disorder?
Those ruffled hands, red looks, and port of fury?