Is summon’d unto conflicts, heretofore
The lot of warrior-spirits. Strength is born
In the deep silence of long-suffering hearts;
Not amidst joy.
Elm. Hast thou some secret woe
That thus thou speak’st?
Xim. What sorrow should be mine,
Unknown to thee?
Elm. Alas! the baleful air,
Wherewith the pestilence in darkness walks