That man shall see me foiled by myself,
Whate’er he be, that sees my foe unfoil’d.
Fear not the field, because of Mordred’s faults,
Nor shrink one jot the more for Arthur’s right.
Full safely fortune guideth many a guilt,
And fates have none but wretches whom they wrench.
Wherefore make speed to cheer your soldiers’ hearts.
That to their fires ye yet may add more flames.
The side that seeks to win in civil wars
Must not content itself with wonted heat.