I mask that kindness in severity.
There’s but this choice, I must withdraw my favour,
Or suffer my disgrace: ay, and for you,
Burrus and Seneca, be sure, the same.
If I fall, ye will fall. Therefore being one
In interest with me, I look to find you ready
To stand by me in any scheme of action
Which may preserve our station, while we may.
Sen. Your majesty says well. We have hitherto
All held one purpose, and if now we are foiled