Lady, lead indoors thy consort; wherefore longer here delay?
Tell me first how rose the fray.
Rumors bred unjust suspicious and injustice rankles sore.
Ask me no more. The land is sore distressed;
'Twere better sleeping ills to leave at rest.
Strange counsel, friend! I know thou mean'st me well,
And yet would'st mitigate and blunt my zeal.
Thee my country's prop and stay,