It nearly now concerns you to resolve
In humblest sort to reconcile yourself
Gainst his return.
Mordred. Will war?
Conan. That lies in chance.
Mordred. I have as great a share in chance as he.
Conan. His ways be blind that maketh chance his guide.
Mordred. Whose refuge lies in chance, what dares he not?
Conan. Wars were a crime far worse than all the rest.
Mordred. The safest passage is from bad to worse.