He that has but effected his good will Hath overta'en mine act. Should they not. Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude, And tent themselves with death. In praises sauc'd with lies. Then reason safely with you.
Trumpets sound, and drums.
To undercrest your good addition To the fairness of my power. I shall, my lord. The gods begin to mock me. I, that now Refus'd most princely gifts, am bound to beg Of my lord general. Were he the butcher of my son, he should Be free as is the wind.