Nor speak I now from foolish flattery;
For this dear child hath often heard me praise
Your feats of arms, and often when I paused 435
Had ask’d again, and ever loved to hear;
So grateful is the noise of noble deeds
To noble hearts who see but acts of wrong:
Oh, never yet had woman such a pair
Of suitors as this maiden; first Limours, 440
A creature wholly given to brawls and wine,
Drunk even when he woo’d; and be he dead