[225] Give thee thy hire and send thy soul to hell,
Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men!
Suf. Thou shalt be waking while I shed thy blood,
If from this presence thou darest go with me.
War. Away even now, or I will drag thee hence:
230 Unworthy though thou art, I’ll cope with thee
[♦] And do some service to Duke Humphrey’s ghost. [Exeunt Suffolk and Warwick.
[♦] King. What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted!
Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though lock’d up in steel,