And mutters “Those above!” A power so boundless,
Why would you make but tyranny?
Loredano.
’Tis right
It should be so. The multitude esteem
Each god a tyrant, and all tyrants gods.
Not by the force of hostile powers without,
A state will fall, if in herself she bear not,
As doth the human frame, those hidden seeds
That ripen for destruction.—Ours the charge