[♦] Win. Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the pope.
Glou. Winchester goose, I cry, a rope! a rope!
Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay?
55Thee I’ll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep’s array.
[♦]Out, tawny coats! out, scarlet hypocrite!
Here Gloucester’s men beat out the Cardinal’s men, and enter in the hurly-burly the Mayor of London and his Officers.
May. Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,
Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
[♦] Glou. Peace, mayor! thou know’st little of my wrongs:
[60]Here’s Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,