Not well consider’d; nay, if ’twere, yet nothing
But pardonable from such lips as those.
Est. Then, with your pardon, Sir—if Segismund,
My cousin, whom I shall rejoice to hail
As Prince of Poland too, as you propose,
Be to a trial coming upon which
More, as I think, than life itself depends,
Why, Sir, with sleep-disorder’d senses brought
To this uncertain contest with his stars?
King. Well ask’d indeed! As wisely be it answer’d!—