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As is the osprey to the fish, who takes it
By sovereignty of nature. First he was [35]
A noble servant to them, but he could not
Carry his honours even. Whether ’twas pride,

Which out of daily fortune ever taints
The happy man; whether defect of judgement,
To fail in the disposing of those chances [40]
Which he was lord of; or whether nature,

Not to be other than one thing, not moving
From th’casque to th’cushion, but commanding peace
Even with the same austerity and garb
As he controlled the war; but one of these − [45]

As he hath spices of them all − not all,
For I dare so far free him − made him feared,
So hated, and so banished. But he has a merit
To choke it in the utterance. So our virtues

Lie in th’interpretation of the time; [50]
And power, unto itself most commendable,
Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair
T’extol what it hath done.

One fire drives out one fire; one nail one nail;
Rights by rights fuller, strengths by strengths do fail. [55]
Come, let’s away. When, Caius, Rome is thine,
Thou art poor’st of all; then shortly art thou mine.

Exeunt.