None can be deem’d a happy man or bless’d,

Who dares commit himself to prosperous fates,

Whose death prepar’d attends not hard at hand:

That sithence death must once determine all,

His life may sooner fly, than fortune flit.

THE SECOND SCENE.

Gorlois.

Gorlois. Now, Gorlois, ’suage thyself. Pride hath his pay,

Murther his price, adult’ry his desert,

Treason his meed, disloyalty his doom,