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] More than our bodies would for quenching thirst.

Come, let's to horse; we shall be miss'd; for we

Are envy's mark, and court eyes carry far.

Your prayers and silence, sir! [Exeunt

Ari. If it succeed, I wear thee here, my Iolas.

Iol. If it succeed? will night succeed the day,

Or hours one to another? is not his lust

The idol of his soul, and was not she

The idol of his lust? As safely he might

Have stol'n the diadem from off his head,

And he would less have miss'd it.

You now, my lord, must raise his jealousy:

Teach it to look through the false optic, fear,

And make it see all double. Tell him, the prince

Would not have thus presum'd, but that he does

Intend worse yet; and that his crown and life

Will be the next attempt.

Ari. Right; and I will urge,

How dangerous 'tis unto the present state

To have the creatures and the followers

Of the next prince, whom all now strive to please,

Too near about him.

Iol. What if the malcontents

That use to come unto him, were discovered?

Ari. By no means; for it were in vain to give

Him discontent (which, too, must needs be done),

If they within him gave't not nourishment.

Iol. Well, I'll away first; for the print's too big,

If we be seen together.

Ari. I have so fraught this bark with hope, that it

Dares venture now in any storm or weather;

And, if he sink or splits, all's one to me.

'Ambition seems all things, and yet is none,

But in disguise stalks to opinion,

And fools it into faith for everything.'

'Tis not with the ascending to a throne

As 'tis with stairs and steps that are the same:

For to a crown each humour's a degree;

And, as men change and differ, so must we.

The name of virtue doth the people please,