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36 Talk they? (Strides across the chamber in vehement agitation.) O! they force, they thrust me With violence, against my own will, onward!

O! if there yet be time, my husband! If By giving way and by submission, this Can be averted—my dear Lord, give way! Win down your proud heart to it! Tell that heart, It is your sovereign lord, your Emperor Before whom you retreat. O let no longer Low tricking malice blacken your good meaning With abhor'd venomous glosses. Stand you up Shielded and helm'd and weapon'd with the truth, And drive before you into uttermost shame These slanderous liars! Few firm friends have we. You know it!—The swift growth of our good fortune It hath but set us up, a mark for hatred. What are we, if the sovereign's grace and favour Stand not before us! SCENE