Of Geoffrey de Burgh, lord keeper of the Tower
And Dover Castle.
Hen. Keep your paper, sir!
Dost think that I'll believe these parchment tales
Of one whose stainless past the world may read?
Win. That precious past, sire, is the bed whereon
This deed's embossed. All he has done that's noble
Now serves to make this foul. Look at him now!
He has no word, but stands as one made stiff
By sin's confrontment.