Vera. A most commodious mother!
Xim. Blame me not.
Guilt there was none, but in their apprehension;
And both their virtues barred ill consequences.
Now take the blest occasion by the foretop,
And on their marriage found a lasting peace.
Ram. A trivial accident begot this war;
Some paltry bounds of ill distinguished earth,
A clod that lay betwixt us unascertained,
And royal pride, on both sides, drew our swords: