[♦] This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!
Enter SIR JOHN FASTOLFE.
Fast. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais,
10 To haste unto your coronation,
A letter was deliver’d to my hands,
Writ to your grace from the Duke of Burgundy.
Tal. Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee!
[♦] I vow’d, base knight, when I did meet thee next,
[15] To tear the garter from thy craven’s leg, [Plucking it off.
Which I have done, because unworthily