So now I hear in mine abyss these words
Which once I thought the prating of a fool,
When Hilary’s adviser uttered them.…
Maria:
Sire Felix tempers for himself the blade
That rids him of his danger; one who treads
The path thy soul takes needs another kind.
The sword Capesius doth fashion here,
And bravely wields in battle with his foes,
Would be for Strader but a shadow sword