Bishop

Lord Percy cannot mean that we should suffer This disgrace. If so, we are not sovereigns Of the sea,—our right, that Heaven gave To England, when at the birth of Nature She was seated in the deep; the Ocean ceased His mighty roar, and, fawning, played around Her snowy feet, and owned his awful Queen. Lord Percy, if the heart is sick, the head Must be aggrieved; if but one member suffer, The heart doth fail. You say, my Lord, the merchants Can, if they will, defend themselves against These rovers: this is a noble scheme, Worthy the brave Lord Percy, and as worthy His generous aid to put it into practice.