āTo bear the country's disgrace is to rule the shrines of soil and grain. To bear the country's misfortunes is to be the king of the world.ā
āWhat's more to do,Which would be planted newly with the time,As calling home our exiled friends abroadThat fled the snares of watchful tyranny,Producing forth the cruel ministersOf this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen,Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent handsTook off her life; this, and what needful elseThat calls upon us, by the grace of GraceWe will perform in measure, time, and place.ā
ā William Shakespeare