_Herc._ Think not but I shall approve that more than folly which even now appears in a most ridiculous expectation: be in this assured,--The bottom of gravity is nothing like the top. Once more, fare you well. [_Exit_ RENALDO. And now, thou ceremonious sovereignty-- 40 Ye proud, severer, stateful compliments, The secret arts of rule--I put you off; Nor ever shall those manacles of form Once more lock up the appetite of blood. 'Tis now an age of man whilst we, all strict, Have lived in awe of carriage regular, Apted unto my place; nor hath my life Once tasted of exorbitant affects, Wild longings, or the least of disrank'd shapes. But we must once be wild; 'tis ancient truth,-- 50 O fortunate, whose madness falls in youth! Well, this is text, who ever keeps his place In servile station, is all low and base. Shall I, because some few may cry, "Light! vain!" Beat down affection from desirèd rule? He that doth strive to please the world's a fool. To have that fellow cry, "O mark him, grave, See how austerely he doth give example Of repressed heat and steady life!" Whilst my forced life against the stream of blood 60 Is tugg'd[127] along, and all to keep the god Of fools and women, nice Opinion, Whose strict preserving makes oft great men fools, And fools oft[128] great men. No, thou world, know thus, There's nothing free but it is generous. [_Exit._ [124] In the margin of old eds. is the motto "Dat veniam corvis, vexat censura columbas" (Juvenal, _Sat._ ii. 63).