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E'en of Sebastian's friendship. Make his scorn, (For he will scorn thee, as a crouching slave By all high hearts is scorned) thy right, thy charter Unto vile safety. Let the secret voice Whose low upbraidings will not sleep within thee Be as a sign, a token of thy claim To all such guerdons as are showered on traitors, When noble men are crushed. And fear thou not :— Tis but the kingly cedar which the storm Hurls from his mountain throne:—th' ignoble shrub, Grovelling beneath, may live.

Sylv.It is thy part To tremble for thy life.

Sebast.They that have looked Upon a heart like thine, should know too well The worth of life to tremble. Such things make Brave men and reckless. Aye, and they whom fate Would trample should be thus. It is enough— Thou may'st depart.