Rancour will out: proud prelate, in thy face
I see thy fury: if I longer stay.
We shall begin our ancient bickerings.
140 Lordings, farewell; and say, when I am gone,
I prophesied France will be lost ere long. [Exit.
Car. So, there goes our protector in a rage.
Tis known to you he is mine enemy,
Nay, more, an enemy unto you all,
145 And no great friend, I fear me, to the king.
Consider, lords, he is the next of blood,