Than that false hands should break your kingly staff.
Hen. For my protection then you do offend?
Alb. For that alone, my liege, we wear this armor.
Hen. And you, lord bishop, guardian of our person
By prayer and Heavenly counsel,—who even in war
Should wear no sword but that of righteousness,—
Confess you with these warlike blades thy Lord
Unable to defend his own?
Win. My liege,
'Tis in His name, to work His equal justice,