"Nor stands it with our haste, which all delay, All let forbids, that you beside that tower Be forced to stop and mingle in the fray:
For grant that you be conquerors in the stower, (And as your presence warrants well, you may,)
'Tis not a thing concluded in an hour.
And if all day he wait our succour, I
Much fear the stripling in the fire will die."
