DIONYSIUS. Is Damon innocent, which so craftily undermined Carisophus, To understand what he could of king Dionysius? Which surviewed the haven and each bulwark in the city, Where battery might be laid, what way best to approach? shall I Suffer such a one to live, that worketh me such despite? No, he shall die, then I am safe: a dead dog cannot bite. EUBULUS. But yet, O mighty king,[69] my duty bindeth me To give such counsel, as with your honour may best agree: The strongest pillars of princely dignity, I find, is[70] justice with mercy and prudent liberality: The one judgeth all things by upright equity, The other rewardeth the worthy, flying each extremity. As to spare those which offend maliciously, It may be called no justice, but extreme injury. So upon suspicion of each thing not well-proved, To put to death presently whom envious flattery accused, It seemeth of tyranny; and upon what fickle ground all tyrants do stand, Athens and Lacedemon can teach you, if it be rightly scann’d. And not only these citizens, but who curiously seeks The whole histories of all the world, not only of Romans and Greeks, Shall well perceive of all tyrants the ruinous fall, Their state uncertain, beloved of none, but hated of all. Of merciful princes to set out the passing felicity I need not: enough of that even these days do testify. They live devoid of fear, their sleeps are sound, they dread no enemy, They are feared and loved, and why? they rule with justice and mercy, Extending justice to such as wickedly from justice have swerved: Mercy unto those who in[71] opinion of simpleness have mercy deserved. Of liberty nought I say, but only this thing, Liberty upholdeth the state of a king Whose large bountifulness ought to fall to this issue, To reward none but such as deserve it for virtue. Which merciful justice if you would follow, and provident liberality; Neither the caterpillars of all courts, _et fruges consumere nati_, Parasites with wealth puff’d up, should not look so high; Nor yet for this simple fact poor Damon should die. DIONYSIUS. With pain mine ears have heard this vain talk of mercy. I tell thee, fear and terror defendeth kings only: Till he be gone, whom I suspect, how shall I live quietly, Whose memory with chilling horror fills my breast day and night violently? My dreadful dreams of him bereaves my rest; on bed I lie Shaking and trembling, as one ready to yield his throat to Damon’s sword. This quaking dread nothing but Damon’s blood can stay: Better he die, than I to be tormented with fear alway. He shall die, though Eubulus consent not thereto: It is lawful, for kings, as they list, all things to do. _Here_ GRONNO [_and_ SNAP] _bring in_ DAMON, _and_ PITHIAS _meeteth him by the way._ PITHIAS. O my Damon! DAMON. O my Pithias! seeing death must part us, farewell for ever.