Agron will deign me succour, and for thanks
I’m merely forced to swear—be not astounded
At such a lamblike heart—to keep my garb
For aye unaltered, and a sword to carry
Whose mere unsheathing drains my utmost strength.
Rhod.
Where did you gain this knowledge?
Kan.
Through no spy,
Nor yet the more through any false-heart friend,