Than to have stabbed him on his throne when highest
Would have been noble in my country's creed:
I was not made for either. Could I save him,650
I should not love him better, but myself;
And I have need of the last, for I have fallen
In my own thoughts, by loving this soft stranger:
And yet, methinks, I love him more, perceiving
That he is hated of his own barbarians,
The natural foes of all the blood of Greece.
Could I but wake a single thought like those