I wish that most, that subjects most repine.
Conan. But yet where wars do threaten your estate,
There needeth friends to fortify your crown.
Mordred. Each crown is made of that attractive mould,
That of itself it draws a full defence.
Conan. That is a just and no usurped crown;
And better were an exile’s life, than thus
Disloyally to wrong your sire and liege.
Think not that impious crimes can prosper long:
A time they ’scape, in time they be repaid.