So foully odorous and so far bestrewn,
The sea o'errunning Britain could not wash
The island free of it!
La. Alb. 'Tis very wrong.
Alb What! Set this princess over all your heads
As she were halo-browed, that you might pray
Her saintly patronage for your loose hopes?
La. Alb. Indeed, it is not well.
Alb. Well? By my life,