Sworn to my service, may not I from here
Threaten as well and equally be heard?
And when her fear of armies is aroused,
May I not lull to sleep those other fears
Born of my love for Merow, telling her
That he was but a means to my escape.
Love never hindered her in the pursuit
Of her ambition; lovers are her dupes:
So let her judge of me. Merow will stay
In Tours with you, hiding his yellow hair