Into the air, as thin and unregarded
As drops of Water that are lost i'th' Ocean:
I was lov'd once for swearing, and for drinking,
And for other principal Qualities that became me,
Now a foolish unthankful Murther has undone me,
If my Lord Photinus be not merciful
Enter Photinus.
That set me on; And he comes, now Fortune.
Pho. Cæsars unthankfulness a little stirs me,
A little frets my bloud; take heed, proud Roman,