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,