[330] I follow the reading of ed. 2.--Ed. 1. gives:-- "Some common weales melt at a noble hart, Too forward bleeds abrode and bleed bemond, But not revengd at home." [331] Statesman.--The word is used by Shakespeare, Ben Jonson, &c. [332] So ed. 1.--Ed. 2. "into ruthlesse hell." SCENE III. _Carthage._ _Enter_ ASDRUBAL, HANNO, BYTHEAS. _Asd._ What Carthage hath decreed, Hanno, is done; Advanced and born was Asdrubal for state; Only with it, his faith, his love, his hate, Are of one piece. Were it my daughter's life That, fate hath sung, to Carthage safety brings, What deed so red but hath been done by kings? Iphigenia--He that's a man for men, Ambitious as a god, must, like a god, Live free from passions; his full aim'd at end, Immense to others, sole self to comprehend, 10 Round in's own globe; not to be clasp'd, but holds Within him all; his heart being of more folds Than shield of Telamon, not to be pierc'd, though struck: The god of wise men is themselves, not luck. _Enter_ GISCO. See him by whom now Massinissa is not. Gisco, is't done? _Gis._ Your pardon, worthy lord, It is not done, my heart sunk in my breast, His virtue mazed me, faintness seized me all: Some god's in kings, that will not let them fall. 19 _Asd._ His virtue mazed thee! (umh) why now I see Th'art that just man that hath true touch of blood, Of pity, and soft piety. Forgive? Yes, honour thee; we did it but to try What sense thou hadst of blood. Go, Bytheas, Take him into our private treasury-- [_Aside to_ BYTHEAS] And cut his throat; the slave hath all betray'd. _By._ --Are you assured? _Asd._ --Afear'd, for this I know, Who thinketh to buy villainy with gold, Shall ever find such faith so bought, so sold.-- Reward him thoroughly. [_A shout; the cornets giving a flourish._ _Han._ What means this shout? 30 _Asd._ Hanno, 'tis done. Syphax' revolt by this Hath secured Carthage; and now his force come in, And join'd with us, give Massinissa charge, And assured slaughter. O ye powers! forgive, Through rotten'st dung best plants both sprout and live; By blood[333] vines grow. _Han._ But yet think, Asdrubal, 'Tis fit at least you bear grief's outward show; It is your kinsman bleeds. What need men know Your hand is in his wounds? 'Tis well in state To do close ill, but 'void a public hate. 40