Than yet can be imagined or supposed.
But howsoe’er, no simple man that sees
This jarring discord of nobility,
This shouldering of each other in the court,
190 This factious bandying of their favourites,
[♦] But that it doth presage some ill event.
’Tis much when sceptres are in children’s hands;
[♦] But more when envy breeds unkind division;
[♦] There comes the ruin, there begins confusion. [Exit.