After all, the apron is thine own.

She can appoint no wardens, give away no benefices, nominate no chaplains, an' thou art but true to thyself.

Up, man, and at her with a constant heart.
Some little monitor within the bishop's breast so addressed him.

But then there was another monitor there which advised him differently, and as follows.

Remember, Bishop, she is a woman, and such a woman too as thou well knowest: a battle of words with such a woman is the very mischief.