A Plot Discover'd.
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T'adorn the bravest purpose it er'e smil'd on;
Should you like Boys wrangle for trifles?
Should you like Boys wrangle for trifles?
Ren. Boys!
Beda. Renault, thy Hand!
Ren. I thought I'd given my Heart
Long since to every Man that mingles here;
But grieve to find it trusted with such Tempers,
That can't forgive my froward Age its weakness.
Long since to every Man that mingles here;
But grieve to find it trusted with such Tempers,
That can't forgive my froward Age its weakness.
Beda. Eliot, thou once had'st Vertne, I have seen
Thy stubborn Temper bend with godlike Goodness,
Not half thus courted: 'Tis thy Nations Glory,
To hugg the Foe that offers brave Alliance.
Once more embrace, my Friends—wee'l all embrace ———
United thus, we are the mighty Engin
Must twist this rooted Empire from its Basis!
Totters it not already?
Thy stubborn Temper bend with godlike Goodness,
Not half thus courted: 'Tis thy Nations Glory,
To hugg the Foe that offers brave Alliance.
Once more embrace, my Friends—wee'l all embrace ———
United thus, we are the mighty Engin
Must twist this rooted Empire from its Basis!
Totters it not already?
Eliot. Would it were tumbling.
Bed. Nay it shall down: This Night we Seal its ruine.
Enter Pierre.
Oh Pierre! thou art welcome!
Come to my breast, for by its hopes thou look'st
Lovelily dreadful, and the Fate of Venice
Seems on thy Sword already. Oh my Mars!
The Poets that first feign'd a God of War
Sure prophesy'd of thee.
Enter Pierre.
Oh Pierre! thou art welcome!
Come to my breast, for by its hopes thou look'st
Lovelily dreadful, and the Fate of Venice
Seems on thy Sword already. Oh my Mars!
The Poets that first feign'd a God of War
Sure prophesy'd of thee.
Pierr. Friends! was not Brutus,
(I mean that Brutus, who in open Senate
Stabb'd the first Cæsar that usurp'd the World)
A Gallant Man?
(I mean that Brutus, who in open Senate
Stabb'd the first Cæsar that usurp'd the World)
A Gallant Man?
Rena. Yes, and Cateline too;
Tho story wrong his Fame: for he conspir'd
To prop the reeling Glory of his Country:
His Cause was good.
Tho story wrong his Fame: for he conspir'd
To prop the reeling Glory of his Country:
His Cause was good.
Beda. And ours as much above it,
As Renault thou art Superior to Cethegus,
Or Pierre to Cassius.
As Renault thou art Superior to Cethegus,
Or Pierre to Cassius.
Pierr. Then to what we aim at
When do we start? or must we talk for ever?
When do we start? or must we talk for ever?
Beda.
