Osma. Wait: praise him when time hath given
A soundness and consistency to praise:
He shares it amply who bestows it right.
Ram. Doubtest thou?
Osma. Be it so: let us away;
New courtiers come—
Ram. And why not join the new.
Let us attend him, and congratulate;
Come on, they enter.
Osma. This is now my post
No longer: I could face them in the field,
I cannot here.
Ram. Tomorrow all may change;
Be comforted.
Osma. I want nor change nor comfort.
Ram. The prisoner’s voice!
Osma. The metropolitans?
Triumph he may—not over me forgiven.
This way, and thro’ the chapel—none are there.