guerdon? MADAN. MADAN. Keep thine own, And let the loud fierce knaves thy brethren quelled Ward off the wolves whose hides should line thy throne, Wert thou no coward, no recreant to the bone, No liar in spirit and soul and heartless heart, No slave, no traitor—nought of all thou art. A thing like thee, made big with braggart breath, Whose tongue shoots fire, whose promise poisons trust, Would cast a shieldless soldier forth to death And wreck three realms to sate his rancorous lust With ruin of them who have weighed and found him dust. Get thee to Wales: there strut in speech and swell: And thence betimes God speed thee safe to hell. [Exeunt severally. ACT IV. Scene I.—The banks of the Ley. Scene Enter Locrine and Estrild. Locrine Estrild LOCRINE. LOCRINE. If thou didst ever love me, love me now. I am weary at heart of all on earth save thee. And yet I lie: and yet I lie not. Thou— Dost thou not think for love’s sake scorn of me? ESTRILD. ESTRILD. As earth of heaven: as morning of the sun. LOCRINE.
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