Soemus.
For my time? How mean you that?
Alex.
I’ve often seen it with a wondering eye
How, when the King gives thanks for his high office
Unto the Roman’s whim (the heady swiller!)
And not to lineage and pride of birth,
You bent your back as though you seemed, like him,
Forgetful that you were his equal peer.
But now I pierce your mask; it was your wish