[♦] Thy balm wash’d off wherewith thou wast anointed:
No bending knee will call thee Cæsar now,
[♦] No humble suitors press to speak for right,
[20] No, not a man comes for redress of thee;
For how can I help them, and not myself?
First Keep. Ay, here’s a deer whose skin ’s a keeper’s fee:
This is the quondam king; let’s seize upon him.
[♦] K. Hen. Let me embrace thee, sour adversity,
25 For wise men say it is the wisest course.
Sec. Keep. Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him.