030 And, out of question, so it is sometimes,
Glory grows guilty of detested crimes,
[032] When, for fame’s sake, for praise, an outward part,
We bend to that the working of the heart;
As I for praise alone now seek to spill
[035] The poor deer’s blood, that my heart means no ill.
Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereignty
Only for praise sake, when they strive to be
Lords o’er their lords?
Prin. Only for praise: and praise we may afford