Myr.Were words. I pray you, let the proofs
Be in the past acts you were pleased to praise
This very night, and in my further bearing,500
Beside, wherever you are borne by fate.
Sar. I am content: and, trusting in my cause,
Think we may yet be victors and return
To peace—the only victory I covet.
To me war is no glory—conquest no
Renown. To be forced thus to uphold my right
Sits heavier on my heart than all the wrongs[aj]