That nick of time you came to tell me something.
Your head for this time made your King a shield,
But had you stayed at post——
Soemus.
I had not then
Received the wound nor rendered you the service,
If it be worth the name. In Galilee
That man is stoned at least who’s so foolhardy
To get at loggerheads with you and me,
Since I’m your shadow or your speaking-trumpet