But you too are a man!
Soemus.
That I am not
Forgetful of such truth I prove you now.
There’s none so great that I’m a working-tool
Fit to his use. Who calls on me for service
That rendered or not rendered, come what may,
Makes me to sure and shameful death devote,
That man annuls my every bond, to him
My duty is to show that ’twixt the King