CAMBER.
Hath no man seen thee?
MADAN.
Had he seen, and spoken,
His head should lose its tongue. I am far away
In Cornwall.
CAMBER.
Where the front of war is broken
By the onset of thy force—the rebel fray
Shattered. Had no man—canst thou surely say?—
Knowledge betimes, to give us knowledge here—
Us babblers, tongues made quick with fraud and fear—
That thou wast bound from Cornwall hither?
MADAN.
None,
I think, who knowing of steel and fire and cord
That they can smite and burn and strangle one
Would loose without leave of his parting lord
The tongue that else were sharper than a sword
To cut the throat it sprang from.
CAMBER.
Nephew mine,
I have ever loved thee—not thy sire Locrine
More—and for very and only love of thee
Have I desired, or ever even thy mother
Beheld thee, here to know of thee and me
Which loves her best—her and thy sire my brother.