Mordred. The hugest crimes bring best success to some.
Conan. Those some be rare.
Mordred. Why may not I be rare?
Conan. It was their hap.
Mordred. It is my hope.
Conan. But hope may miss, where hap doth hurl.
Mordred. So hap may hit, where hope doth aim.
Conan. But hap is last, and rules the stern.
Mordred. So hope is first, and hoists the sail.
Conan. Yet fear; the first and last do seld agree.