And not King Richard: thou most beauteous Inne,
Why should hard-favor’d Griefe be lodged in thee,
When Triumph is become an ale-house guest?
Rich. Joyne not with griefe faire Woman, do not so,
To make my end too sudden: learne good Soule,
To thinke our former State a happie Dreame,
From which awak’d, the truth of what we are,
Shewes us but this. I am sworne Brother (Sweet)
To grim Necessitie; and hee and I
Will keepe a League till Death,” etc.—R. II., Act. v., Sc. i.