[♦] Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood;
[95] The which thou once didst bend against her breast,
[♦] But that thy brothers beat aside the point.
[♦] Glou. I was provoked by her slanderous tongue,
[♦] Which laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders.
Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind,
[100] Which never dreamt on aught but butcheries:
Didst thou not kill this king?
[♦] Glou. I grant ye.
[♦] Anne. Dost grant me, hedgehog? then, God grant me too