Let me befriend our foe. ’Tis four days since
I was his prisoner, and he set me free.
This claim the prince most generously puts by;
Let us not pass it over: let him too
Go find another army: we meanwhile
Have ample force to march against the town.
K. And why should blood be spent where ink will serve?
’Twere thankless answer to our good ally
To put fresh pains upon him, and not use
His full sufficient victory.