That fears to be envi’d. What can divorce
Envy from sovereignty? Must my deserts!”
[266] It does not appear whether Conan goes out, or stands by, listening to the dialogue between Mordred and Gawin in the following scene.
Pejor est bello timor ipse belli—
Seneca, Thyestes, A. III. Chor.
Jasper Heywood (“Thyestes Faithfully Englished.” 1560) thus translates this passage—
“Worse is then warre it selfe the feare of fyght.”
[268] [Dulce bellum inexpertis.]
[269] i.e., Gawin: the Herald went out before.