And on it all, this bold, insulting letter,
Reads me a lesson from His Holiness,
Yon arrogant priest, the scheming Pope of Rome.
Bam. Henry, as your father’s oldest friend,
As your most faithful subject I would plead,
Be not o’er hasty in this sudden business.
Hen. Bamburg, I am sick of being a child,
You drive me mad by your pacific measures.
While you are dallying, they will ride me down
With squadrons and with curses. Nay, no more!