But to be governor, and even at that
Fails like a fool. To see the folk misruled
More grieves me than to see the folk misled.
And if they have much cause to rise, there’s none
Hath more to lead them, than the native outlaw,
Whom you so praised.
Re-enter Servant.
Mar.Then you forgive me, brother?
Man. Well, well, good-night!
Mar.Good-night! [Exit.