Pan. Command then just and honourable things. 120
Pier. Even so, myself then will traduce his guilt.
Pan. Beware, take heed, lest guiltless blood be spilt.
Pier. Where only honest deeds to kings are free,
It is no empire, but a beggary.
Pan. Where more than noble deeds to kings are free,
It is no empire, but a tyranny.
Pier. Tush, juiceless graybeard, ’tis immunity,
Proper to princes, that our state exacts;
Our subjects not alone to bear, but praise our acts. 129
Pan. O, but that prince, that worthful praise aspires,
From hearts, and not from lips, applause desires.
Pier. Pish!
True praise the brow of common men doth ring,
False only girts the temple of a king.
He that hath strength and ’s ignorant of power,
He was not made to rule, but to be rul’d.
Pan. ’Tis praise to do, not what we can, but should.