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240 Fran. My lord, this air is common:

The walks within are pleasanter.

Iph. Invitation!

God of desires, be kind, and fill me now

With language, such thou lend'st thy favourites,

When thou wouldst give them easy victories;

And I forgive thee all thy cruelties.

Mens. Consider, too, that those

Who are necessitated to use violence

Have first been violent by necessity.

Pal. But still you judge not right

Of the prerogative; 'For oft it stands

With pow'r and law, as with our faith and reason:

It is not all against that is above,'

My lord.

2nd Lord. You Lithuanians had of all least reason;

For, would the king be unjust to you, he cannot,

Where there's so little to be had.

Alm. Where there is least, there's liberty, my lord;

And 'tis more injury to pull hairs from

The bald, than from the bushy heads.

Pal. Brennoralt, a word!

My lord, the world hath cast its eye upon you,

And mark'd you out one of the foremost men.

Y' have busied fame the earliest of any,

And send her still on errands.

Much of the bravery of your nation

Has taken up its lodging in you; and gallant men

But copy from you.

Bren. 'Tis goodly language this: what would it mean?

Pal. The Lithuanians wish you well, and wonder

So much desert should be so ill rewarded.

Bren. Good.

Pal. While all the gifts the crown is mistress of

Are plac'd upon the empty.

Bren. Still I take you not.

Pal. Then, to be plain, our army would be proud of you;

Pay the neglected scores of merit double.