I still may treat him well: here he shall have
Raiment and all he needs, and I will give him
A sword, and bid him fare where’er he will.
But not to the house I bid him come, for fear
Violence befall him and I be accursed.
Ul. Sir, since thy kindness makes me bold to speak,
Thou hast my thanks; nor can I hear thy wrongs,
Nor see thy shame unmoved, for thou art noble.
Hast thou provoked this, tell me, or are thy people
Moved by some god to hate, or is’t thy brethren