Measure for Measure
And now, dear maid, be you as free to us.
Your brother's death, I know, sits at your heart;
And you may marvel why I obscured myself,
Labouring to save his life, and would not rather
Make rash remonstrance of my hidden power
Than let him so be lost.
But peace be with him!
That life is better past fearing death,
Than that which lives to fear. (5.1.48)