And oft the better past, the worse to come.
Cador. Resist these doubts: ’tis ill to yield to harms.
’Tis safest then to dare, when most you fear.
Arthur. As safe sometimes to fear, when most we dare:
A causeless courage gives repentance place.
Howell. If fortune fawn.
Arthur. Each way on me she frowns;
For win I, lose I, both procure my grief.
Cador. Put case you win, what grief?
Arthur. Admit I do, what joy?