For base Offendors? ’Tis ignobly done,
So to incense the King.
Nic. How, Sir!
Iag. Eu’n so:
You shew a proud aspiring mind, my Lord,
After a Kingdome, that would ruinate
Two royall Louers for so small a fact:
But, Marke my words, Nicanor; Ere the Crowne
Impale thy Temples by Her timelesse end,
Mine and fiue thousand liues shall all expire.