And swear they'll own no rightful lord but Godfrey.
Aust. Blind wretches! I will hence, and try my power
To allay the tumult. Follow me, my son!
[Exit Austin.
Adel. Go not defenceless thus; think on thy safety,
See, yonder porch opes to the armoury;
There coats of mailed proof, falchions, and casques,
And all the glittering implements of war,
Stand terribly arrang'd.
Theod. Heavens! 'twas what I wish'd.