Make him think honestly this present hour;
The next, a swarm of base, ungrateful thoughts
May mount aloft; and where's our Egypt then?
Who would trust chance, since all men have the seeds
Of good and ill, which should work upward first?
Cas. All men! then you are one; and by that rule,
Your wicked atoms may be working now
To give bad counsel, that you still may govern.
Sosib. I would the king would govern.
Cas. Because you think I have too much command.