And said ‘Dear brother, live, and be a king’?
[♦] Who told me, when we both lay in the field
[115] Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me
[♦] Even in his own garments, and gave himself,
[♦] All thin and naked, to the numb cold night?
All this from my remembrance brutish wrath
Sinfully pluck’d, and not a man of you
120 Had so much grace to put it in my mind.
But when your carters or your waiting-vassals
Have done a drunken slaughter and defaced