And two Northumberlands; two braver men
Ne’er spurr’d their coursers at the trumpet’s sound;
10 With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague,
That in their chains fetter’d the kingly lion
And made the forest tremble when they roar’d.
Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat
[♦] And made our footstool of security.
[15] Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy.
Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles and myself
[♦] Have in our armours watch’d the winter’s night,