I'd do it.

Myr. Thou'rt no God, then—not to be

Able to work a will so good and general,

As thy wish would imply.

Sar.‍And your Gods, then,

Who can, and do not?

Myr.‍Do not speak of that,

Lest we provoke them.

Sar.‍True—, they love not censure

Better than mortals. Friends, a thought has struck me: