He cannot so precisely weed this land As his misdoubts present occasion. His foes are so enrooted with his friends That, plucking to unfix an enemy, He doth unfasten so and shake a friend, So that this land, like an offensive wife That hath enrag’d him on to offer strokes, As he is striking, holds his infant up And hangs resolv’d correction in the arm That was uprear’d to execution.
