Nobleman.
In such extremes will nought but patience serve.
Alexandro.
But in extremes what patience shall I use?
Nor discontents it me to leave the world,
With whom there nothing can prevail but wrong.
Nobleman.
Yet hope the best.
Alexandro.
'Tis heaven is my hope;
As for the earth, it is too much infect,[141]
To yield me hope of any of her mould.
Viceroy.
Why linger ye? bring forth that daring fiend,
And let him die for his accursed deed.