That nothing else were to be fear’d:
Is most apparent, that he hates at home,
Whate’er he be whose fancy strays abroad.
Think, then, our love is not unknown to him,
Whereof what patience can be safely hop’d?
Nor love nor sovereignty can bear a peer.
Guenevera. Why dost thou still stir up my flames delay’d?
His strays and errors must not move my mind:
A law for private men binds not the king.
What, that I ought not to condemn my liege,