Say as you think, and speak it from your souls,
Were’t not all one, an empty eagle were set
[♦] To guard the chicken from a hungry kite,
250 As place Duke Humphrey for the king’s protector?
Queen. So the poor chicken should be sure of death.
Suf. Madam, ’tis true; and were’t not madness, then,
To make the fox surveyor of the fold?
Who being accused a crafty murderer,
255 His guilt should be but idly posted over,
Because his purpose is not executed.