Ron. My Lord.
Cast. Thou enemy to Majesty?
What think'st thou of a kingdom?
Vil. As of a man
That hath power to do ill.
Cast. Or a thing rather
That does divide an Empire with the gods;
Observe but with how little breath he shakes
A populous City, which would stand unmov'd
Against a whirlwind.
Vil. Then you make him more
Than him that rules the winds.
Cast. For me I do profess it,
Were I offer'd to be any thing on earth
I would be mighty Ferrant.
Fer. Who names me?
Deliver thy thoughts slave, thy thoughts, and truly
Or be no more.
Cast. They rather will deserve
Your favour than your fury; I admire,
(As who does not, that is a loyal subject?)
Your wisdom, power, your perfect happiness,
The most blest of mankind.
Fer. Didst thou but feel
The weighty sorrows that sit on a Crown,
Though thou shouldst find one in the streets Castruccio.
Thou wouldst not think it worth the taking up;
But since thou art enamour'd of my fortune,
Thou shalt e'r long taste of it.
Cast. But one day,
And then let me expire.