And York and impious Beaufort, that false priest,
[♦] Have all limed bushes to betray thy wings,
55 And, fly thou how thou canst, they’ll tangle thee:
But fear not thou, until thy foot be snared,
Nor never seek prevention of thy foes.
Glou. Ah, Nell, forbear! thou aimest all awry;
I must offend before I be attainted;
60 And had I twenty times so many foes,
And each of them had twenty times their power,
All these could not procure me any scathe,