Shall dread his vengeance till his blood be spilt;
Which if my filial tenderness oppose,
Since to the empire by their arms I rose,
Those very arms on me shall be employed,
A new usurper crowned, and I destroyed:
}
{ The same pretence of public good will hold,
{ And new Achitophels be found as bold
{ To urge the needful change,—perhaps the old.
He said. The statesman with a smile replies,