Insolence. Sing! now, do I sing but as other many do?
Adul. Yes, an angel's voice ye have, to hearken unto.
Insol. Yea! but what availeth that to high dignity?
Oppression. By His arms! not a whit, as far as I can see!
Insol. Or, what helpeth that thing to set a man aloft?
Oppr. By His wounds! not a straw; so have I told you oft.
Adul. No! but ye are one of such goodly personage,
Of such wit and beauty, and of sage parentage,
So excellent in all points of every art—
Insol. Indeed, God and nature in me have done their part—
Adul. That, if ye will put yourself forward to the most,
Ye may, throughout the whole land, rule all the roste—
How say you, Oppression? is it not even so?
Oppr. Thou sayest sooth, Adulation! so might I go:
If he were disposed to take the charge in hand,
I warrant him a chive to rule all the whole land.