So, takes the shelter of a nobler cause.
Your service names its true source,—loyalty!
The rest’s unsaid again. The Duchess bids you,
Rise, sir! The Prince’s words were in debate.
Val. (Rising.) Rise? Truth, as ever, lady, comes from you!
I should rise—I who spoke for Cleves, can speak
For Man—yet tremble now, who stood firm then.
I laughed—for ’twas past tears—that Cleves should starve
With all hearts beating loud the infamy,
And no tongue daring trust as much to air: