Think him a great way fool, [solely] a coward;
Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him,
That they take place, when virtue's [steely] bones
[Look] bleak i' the cold wind: withal, full oft we see
[Cold] wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
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Par. Save you, fair queen!
Hel. And you, monarch!
Par. No.
Hel. And no.