Which bears so heavy on my poor old heart,
That 'twill go nigh to crack beneath the burden.
You know I love you, fellow citizens:
You know I love you well.
All. Ay, ay; we know it.
De Vienne. I could be well content, in peace, or peril,
To 'bide with you for ever.
Eust. No one doubts it.
I never, yet, did hear of governor,
Spite of the rubs, and watchful toil of office,