Hear then, and take it as my last resolve:
Lead you the troops; you need not fear their faith,
The guilt of their rebellion makes them yours.
With them, and with your own, restore yourself.
Ram. Then what becomes of you?
Alph. No matter what.
Provide yourself of some more worthy heir,
For I am lost, beyond redemption lost.
Farewell the joys of empire, from this moment!
Farewell the honours of the dusty field!