Flattery is midwife unto prince’s rage:
And nothing sooner doth help forth a tyrant,
Than that and whisperers’ grace, who have the time,
The place, the power, to make all men offenders.
Arr.
He should be told this; and be bid
dissemble
With fools and blind men: we
that know the evil,
Should hunt the palace-rats or give
them bane;
Fright hence these worse than ravens,
that devour T
he quick, where they but prey upon
the dead:
He shall be told it.
Sab.
Stay, Arruntius,
We must abide our opportunity;
And practise what is fit, as what
is needful.
It is not safe t’ enforce
a sovereign’s ear:
Princes hear well, if they at all
will hear.
Arr.
Ha, say you so? well! In the
mean time, Jove,
(Say not, but I do call upon thee
now,)
Sil. ’Tis well pray’d.
Tib. [having read the letters.]
Return the lords this voice,—–
We are their creature,
And it is fit a good and honest
prince,
Whom they, out of their bounty,
have instructed
With so dilate and absolute a power,
Should owe the office of it to their
service.
And good of all and every citizen.
Nor shall it e’er repent us
to have wish’d
The senate just, and favouring lords
unto us,
Since their free loves do yield
no less defence
To a prince’s state, than
his own innocence.
Say then, there can be nothing in
their thought
Shall want to please us, that hath
pleased them;
Our suffrage rather shall prevent
than stay
Behind their wills: ’tis
empire to obey,
Where such, so great, so grave,
so good determine.
Yet, for the suit of Spain, to erect
a temple
In honour of our mother and our
self,
We must, with pardon of the senate,
not
Assent thereto. Their lordships
may object
Our not denying the same late request
Unto the Asian cities: we desire
That our defence for suffering that
be known
In these brief reasons, with our
after purpose.
Since deified Augustus hindered
not
A temple to be built at Pergamum,
In honour of himself and sacred
Rome;
We, that have all his deeds and
words observed
Ever, in place of laws, the rather
follow’d
That pleasing precedent, because
with ours,
The senate’s reverence, also,
there was join’d.
But as, t’ have once received
it, may deserve
The gain of pardon; so, to be adored
With the continued style, and note
of gods,
Through all the provinces, were
wild ambition.
And no less pride: yea, even
Augustus’ name
Would early vanish, should it be
profaned
With such promiscuous flatteries.
For our part,
We here protest it, and are covetous
Posterity should know it. we are
mortal;
And can but deeds of men: ’twere
glory enough,


