LOCRINE. So be it: yet surely not in word but deed Lives all the soul of blessing or of ban Or wrought or won by manhood’s might for man. The gods be gracious to thee, boy, and give Thy wish its will! MADAN. MADAN. So shall they, if I live. [Exeunt. Scene II.—Gardens of the Palace. Scene Enter Camber and Debon. Camber Debon CAMBER. CAMBER. Nay, tell not me: no smoke of lies can smother The truth which lightens through thy lies: I see Whose trust it is that makes a liar of thee, And how thy falsehood, man, has faith for mother. What, is not thine the breast wherein my brother Seals all his heart up? Had he put in me Faith—but his secret has thy tongue for key, And all his counsel opens to none other. Thy tongue, thine eye, thy smile unlocks his trust Who puts no trust in man. DEBON. DEBON. Sir, then were I A traitor found more perfect fool than knave Should I play false, or turn for gold to dust A gem worth all the gold beneath the sky— The diamond of the flawless faith he gave Who sealed his trust upon me. CAMBER. CAMBER. What art thou? Because thy beard ere mine were black was grey Art thou the prince, and I thy man? I say Thou shalt not keep his counsel from me.
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