Thou would’st do well to save him from the slough
He daily sinks in.
Oth.Nay, but such a stake
For such a flimsy hope.
Pop.I see a hope
In the invitation. Otho, let us see
What may be done among his friends.
Oth.Poppæa,
’Tis generously thought, but ’tis a thing
Must not be thought. Trust to my judgment, love.