Till I have set a glory to this hand,
By giving it the worship of revenge.

PEMBROKE. and BIGOT.
Our souls religiously confirm thy words.

[Enter HUBERT.]

HUBERT.
Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you:
Arthur doth live; the king hath sent for you.

SALISBURY.
O, he is bold, and blushes not at death:--
Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone!

HUBERT.
I am no villain.

SALISBURY.
Must I rob the law?

[Drawing his sword.]

BASTARD.
Your sword is bright, sir; put it up again.

SALISBURY.
Not till I sheathe it in a murderer's skin.