Looke on the boy and let his manlie face,
Which promiseth successefull fortune to vs all,
40 Steele thy melting thoughtes,
To keepe thine owne, and leaue thine owne with him.
King. Full wel hath Clifford plaid the Orator,
Inferring arguments of mighty force.
But tell me, didst thou neuer yet heare tell,
[45] That things euill got had euer bad successe,
And happie euer was it for that sonne,
Whose father for his hoording went to hell?