Who having over-reach’d himself pushing too hard
His foe, or but a moment off his guard—
What odds, when Fate is one’s antagonist!—
Nay, more, this royal father, self-dismay’d
At having Fate against himself array’d,
Upon himself the very sword he knew
Should wound him, down upon his bosom drew,
That might well handled, well have wrought; or, kept
Undrawn, have harmless in the scabbard slept.
But Fate shall not by human force be broke,