Cador. ’Twere well your crown were won.
Arthur. Perhaps ’tis better lost.
Howell. The name of rule should move a princely mind.
Arthur. Trust me, bad things have often glorious names.
Howell. The greatest food that fortune can afford.
Arthur. A dangerous good, that wisdom would eschew.
Howell. Yet weigh the hearsay of the old renown.
And fame, the wonderer of the former age,
Which still extols the facts of worthiest wights,
Preferring no deserts before your deeds.