[Drawing his sword.]
BASTARD.
Your sword is bright, sir; put it up again.
SALISBURY.
Not till I sheathe it in a murderer’s skin.
HUBERT.
Stand back, Lord Salisbury, stand back, I say;
By heaven, I think my sword’s as sharp as yours.
I would not have you, lord, forget yourself,
Nor tempt the danger of my true defence;
Lest I, by marking of your rage, forget
Your worth, your greatness, and nobility.
BIGOT.
Out, dunghill! Dar’st thou brave a nobleman?
HUBERT.
Not for my life. But yet I dare defend
My innocent life against an emperor.
SALISBURY.
Thou art a murderer.
HUBERT.
Do not prove me so.
Yet I am none. Whose tongue soe’er speaks false,
Not truly speaks; who speaks not truly, lies.
PEMBROKE.
Cut him to pieces.
BASTARD.
Keep the peace, I say.