O dearest soul, your cause doth strike my heart With pity that doth make me sick.

Mine's not an idle cause.

Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge; For, on their answer, will we set on them, And God befriend us as our cause is just!

Mad let us grant him them, and now remains That we find out the cause of this effect-- Or rather say, the cause of this defect, For this effect defective comes by cause. Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.

Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we: For such as we are made of, such we be

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.