For that’s not judged awry. Were you the man
You seemed to be, it had been forced on God
To work a wonder; He were forced to lend
The very air the tongue it lacks for utterance.
That He foresaw or ere your clay He shaped
And made the first of hypocrites—made you!
Soemus.
That thing I am not! I was Herod’s friend,
His weapon-brother and his shoulder-fellow,
Before he scaled the throne! I was his servant,