Unlike the generous strain of Godfrey's lineage,
To stir the rabble up in nobles' quarrels,
And bribe my hinds and vassals to assault me.
Aust. They were not stirr'd by Godfrey.
Count. Who then stirr'd them?
Thyself, perhaps. Was't thou? And yet I wrong thee;
Thou didst preach peace; and straight they crouch'd and shrunk,
More tam'd by the persuasion of thy tongue,
Than losing the hot drops my steel drew from them.