A plot will reach as high as Kent's new head,
Which, with your sworn and loyal aid, I'll push
To fullest stature.
Pem. You have my oath, my lord.
Win. And bond more sure—your spurring need to prick
Kent's swelling strength. But you, lord Albemarle—
The mighty Kent is brother to your wife,
Which now may count somewhat to lift your fortunes.
Alb. And when didst see my fortunes lie so low
As need the hoisting hand of friend or kin?