35 Our people and our peers are both misled,
Our treasure seized, our soldiers put to flight,
And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight.
[♦] K. Lew. Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm,
While we bethink a means to break it off.
40 Q. Mar. The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe.
K. Lew. The more I stay, the more I’ll succour thee.
[♦] Q. Mar. O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.
And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow!
Enter WARWICK.