Am bound the more. Nay, nor his evil minions,
Nor force, nor strength, shall bend me to his will.
ARGEIA.
Alas, alas, what heavy words are these,
That in the place of joy forbid your tongue,
That cloud and change his face, while desperate sorrow 880
Sighs in his heart? I came to share a triumph:
All is dismay and terror. What is this?
In. True, wife, I spake of triumph, and I told thee
The winter-withering hope of my whole life