Raim. (turning away.) There is no path but one
For noble natures.
Pro. Wouldst thou ask the man
Who to the earth hath dash’d a nation’s chains,
Rent as with heaven’s own lightning, by what means
The glorious end was won? Go, swell th’ acclaim!
Bid the deliverer, hail! and if his path,
To that most bright and sovereign destiny,
Hath led o’er trampled thousands, be it call’d
A stem necessity, but not a crime!