Whose hand above this blaze is lifted Shall be with magic touch engifted

Tweedledum’s chum stood with his hand resting lightly on the back of her arm, as if to turn her away from some potentially corrupting sight. … I stood my ground, smiled, and introduced myself. I'm looking for Timothy Butler. That must be you. … I calmed down enough to notice that Timothy Butler was clenching and unclenching his right hand in an effort at self-control. Tweedledum noticed it too. She rushed to his defense.

And following Dee, which Britons long ygone / Did call divine, that doth by Chester tend; […]

an undeclared war