Thr.Ten years is a fair term.
Thou wilt be old in prudence then.
Pr.Such prudence
Let me die ere I learn. How would’st thou, sir,
For ten years bind me down in slavery
To flatter a tyrant?
Thr.Who said flatter? Stay:
Impatience cannot help. The case is thus.
Since Burrus died, Nero hath broken loose:—
Seneca’s leading-string hath snapped in the midst