HERALD
So that this joy doth brim mine eyes with tears.
CHORUS
On you too then this sweet distress did fall—
HERALD
How say’st thou? make me master of thy word.
CHORUS
You longed for us who pined for you again.
HERALD
Craved the land us who craved it, love for love?
CHORUS
Yea till my brooding heart moaned out with pain.
HERALD
Whence thy despair, that mars the army’s joy?
CHORUS
Sole cure of wrong is silence, saith the saw.
HERALD
Thy kings afar, couldst thou fear other men?
CHORUS
Death had been sweet, as thou didst say but now.