[80] I hold my life as dear as you do yours;
[♦] And never in my life, I do protest,
[♦] Was it more precious to me than ’tis now:
[♦] Think you, but that I know our state secure,
I would be so triumphant as I am?
[85] Stan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from London,
[♦] Were jocund and supposed their state was sure,
[♦] And they indeed had no cause to mistrust;
[♦] But yet, you see, how soon the day o’ercast.
[♦] This sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt: