That justly mov’d your highness to such wrath:
Your claim requir’d no less than those attempts:
Your cause right good was prais’d and pray’d for most.
Arthur. I claim’d my crown; the cause of claim was good,
The means to claim it in such sort was bad.
Yea, rather than my realm and native soil
Should wounded fall, thus bruised with these wars,
I should have left both realm and right, and all,
Or dur’d the death ordain’d by Mordred’s oath.
Cador. And yet, so far as Mars could bide a mean,