And set this unaccustom’d fight aside.
Third Serv. My lord, we know your grace to be a man
95 Just and upright; and, for your royal birth,
[♦] Inferior to none but to his majesty:
And ere that we will suffer such a prince,
So kind a father of the commonweal,
To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate,
[100] We and our wives and children all will fight
[♦] And have our bodies slaughter’d by thy foes.
First Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails