Alb. Back to your beads!
Abb. We'll count our heads in your fast dropping blood!
Wouldst try our swords and see if they be keen?
And if you scorn mine in a woman's hand,
Here is the hand shall bear it to your woe.
[Takes sword from under her cloak and gives it to Kent. All the nuns rise, drop their cloaks and show themselves to be armed men. The abbess throws off her hood and stands revealed as Margaret]
Hen. My guards!
Kent. My soldiers!
Mar. Kent will not to Tower
While Margaret of Scotland is his wife.