If those be wrongs, the war has well redressed ye.
Arth. Mistake me not; I count not war a wrong.
War is the trade of kings, that fight for empire:
And better be a lion, than a sheep.
Osw. In what, then, have I wronged ye?
Arth. In my love.
Osw. Even love's an empire too; the noble soul,
Like kings, is covetous of single sway.
Arth. I blame ye not for loving Emmeline:
But, since the soul is free, and love is choice,