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Not now; take breath awhile, and be composed. Lean on the grass and I will fetch thee nourishment.

Not now, dear child. I am composed again, and from my side Thou shalt not move, till I have told thee all. (After a pause.) Thou know'st the bitter wrongs and foul affront Which my ungrateful monarch put upon me, As meet reward for many years of service. Ay, though I say it, valiant, faithful service In field and council.

I know it all too well; a burning shame That he should so requite thee! Some base wretch Hath tempted him with

Say his noble nature,— I think it once was noble,—was abused By the base machinations of my foes. Say what thou wilt; I was a man, a soldier. And sought revenge, that baleful remedy For bitterness of heart.

Nay, pause, I pray you! do not tell it now: Thou art too much distress'd.