KING. I ask your stubborn daughter.
YOUNG B. That were a gage
To be engaged.
FITZ. Peace, thou headstrong boy!
Pardon me, sovereign; all my power is yours;
My goods you may command, my life you may:
My children too, I know, with both their lives
Will readily adventure death's worst wrongs,
To do such service as true subjects should;
But honourable fame; true chastity—
KING. Make no exceptions: yield her up to me,
Or look for ever for my enmity.
FITZ. Nay, then, Fitzwater tells your majesty,
You do him wrong; and well will let you wit,
He will defend his honour to the death.
KING. And, Bruce, you are no otherwise disposed:
You will not give your sons to me for pledge.
BRUCE. I have but one, being my lesser boy,
Who is at Guildford: for my other son—
KING. He braves me with the rest.
Well, it is night, and there's no sun to swear by,
But God's[319] son, and by him I here protest
A miserable storm this night to raise
That shall not cease, while England giveth rest
To such vile traitors. Bruce, I'll begin with you;
I will, i' faith, as true as God is true.
[Exit KING, cum suis.
LEI. Then shall a storm be rais'd against a storm,
And tempest be with tempest beaten back.