Prepare thy battle early in the morning,
And put thy fortune to the arbitrement
[90] Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war.
I, as I may—that which I would I cannot,—
With best advantage will deceive the time,
And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms:
But on thy side I may not be too forward,
[95] Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George,
Be executed in his father’s sight.
[♦] Farewell: the leisure and the fearful time