200 And that I’ll write upon thy burgonet,
[♦] Might I but know thee by thy household badge.
[♦] War. Now, by my father’s badge, old Nevil’s crest,
[♦] The rampant bear chain’d to the ragged staff,
This day I’ll wear aloft my burgonet,
205 As on a mountain top the cedar shows
That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,
[♦] Even to affright thee with the view thereof.
Clif. And from thy burgonet I’ll rend thy bear
And tread it under foot with all contempt,