Nay, our ambitions swear us enemies!
I stand as free, my lord, as any here.
Win. Then hear my plan. You know I carry all
With the archbishop.
Pem. True. If Winchester would
Trust Canterbury to find way.
Win. Through him
We'll call this council in the name of Rome,
To kill the canker in the bud of peace
So lately ventured in the track of war,