Your followers will ruin what you do;
Since you are honest, and will strive to make
New laws and found an Empire, which, at least,
Gives Justice equally to all. The stake
Is high. They have sat long now at their feast,
With Rome their pig-trough. They will conquer you;
A hundred dwarfs, pulling a giant down.
The problem is too great, the time not ripe
For its solution.
We have fought, we two!