Hub. Tut, man,
The sea's a good safe bed. Come in. Some wine
Will take the night-chill from your blood. In, in!
[Exeunt. Curtain]
Scene 3. Within the castle. Stephen, Baldur, Godric, and other soldiers talking and drinking.
Ste. [Draining his glass] As good liquor as ever wet an oath since Noah was a vintner.
Bal. Vintner? An you put him in the trade the bishop will have you up for it.
Ste. A groat for your bishop, and that off your grandam's eyes! I'm no little king Henry pulled to mincemeat by his bishops and barons. "I'll take off your mitre," roars he to his bishop. "An you take off my mitre, I'll clap on a helmet, by the lord," says my bishop. "I'll have your castle!" shouts he to his baron. "An you take my castle, I'll give you London tower," says master baron. Ay, and he would, with the keeper thrown in.