Might I but know thee by thy houshold badge.
War. Now by my fathers age, old Neuels crest,
The Rampant Beare chaind to the ragged staffe,
This day ile weare aloft my burgonet,
30 As on a mountaine top the Cædar showes,
That keepes his leaues in spight of any storme,
[♦] Euen to affright the with the view thereof.
Clif. And from thy burgonet will I rend the beare,
And tread him vnderfoote with all contempt,
35 Dispight the Beare-ward that protects him so.