Thy scarlet robes as a child’s bearing-cloth
I’ll use to carry thee out of this place.
Win. Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face.
45 Glou. What! am I dared and bearded to my face?
[♦]Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
[♦]Blue coats to tawny coats. Priest, beware your beard;
I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly:
[♦]Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal’s hat:
50In spite of pope or dignities of church,
Here by the cheeks I’ll drag thee up and down.