For Greek Iambics
Pe. Not so, my liege, for even now the town
Splits with sedition, and the incensed mob
Rush hither roaring.
Olc. Let them roar their fill,
Bluster and bellow till the enormous wings
Of gusty Boreas flap with less ado.
Ask they my treacherous nephew's wretched life,
As if that order were a thing of nought
Which I did publish? Let them beg or threaten,
I'll not regard them. Oh my trusty friend,
There is no rock defies the elements,
With half the constancy that kinglike men
Shut up their breasts against such routs as these.
Pe. O my most valiant lord, I feel 'tis so,
Permit me to advance against the foe.
(Olcis and Terranea, Act IV., Sc. iii.)