Come, fawning flattery! silence-sealing murder!
Attend me quick, and prompt me to the deed!
What! jointly wear the crown? No! I will all!
And that my purpose soon may find its end,
This, my good king, must I, unmannerly,
Push from his seat, and fill myself the chair.—
Welcome thou glittering mark of royalty!
And with thy pleasing, yet oppressive weight,
Encircle fast this my determin’d brow.
Yet soft: ere I proceed, let caution guide me;