Until the hour strike to arise and slay:
’Tis the old story of the adder’s brood
Feeding and nestling till the fangs be grown.
Were it not nobler done, then, to act fair,
To accept the service with the wages, do
Frankly the devil’s work for the devil’s pay?
Oh, but another my allegiance holds
Inalienably his. How much soe’er
I might submit, it must be to rebel.
Submit then sullenly, that’s no dishonour.