Ag. No guard so sure, no forte so strong doth proue,
No such defence, as is the peoples loue.
Cæs. Nought more vnsure more weak, more like the winde,
Then Peoples fauor still to chaunge enclinde.
Ag. Good Gods! what loue to gracious Prince men beare!
Cæs. What honor to the Prince that is seuere!
Ag. Nought more diuine then is Benignitie.
Cæ. Nought likes the Gods as doth Seueritie.
Ag. Gods all forgiue. Cæ. On faults they paines do laie.
Ag. And giue their goods. Cæ. Oft times they take away.