untruths, In him I place no trust; but Julian holds Truths in reserve—how should I quite confide! Opas. By sorrows thou beholdest him opprest; Doubt the more prosperous: march, Sisabert, Once more against his enemy and ours; Much hath been done, but much there still remains. ACT IV. SCENE II. Tent of Julian. Julian Roderigo and Julian. Roderigo Julian Jul. To stop perhaps at any wickedness Appears a merit now, and at the time p. 75Prudence or policy it often is Which afterward seems magnanimity. The people had deserted thee, and thronged My standard, had I rais’d it, at the first; But once subsiding, and no voice of mine Calling by name each grievance to each man, They, silent and submissive by degrees, Bore thy hard yoke, and, hadst thou but opprest, Would still have borne it: thou hast now deceived; Thou hast done all a foren foe could do, And more, against them; with ingratitude Not hell itself could arm the foren foe— ’Tis forged at home, and kills not from afar. Amid whate’er vain glories fell upon Thy rainbow span of power, which I dissolve, Boast not how thou conferredst wealth and rank, How thou preservedst me, my family, All my distinctions, all my offices, When Witiza was murder’d, that I stand Count Julian at this hour by special grace. The sword of Julian saved the walls of Ceuta, p. 76And not the shadow that attends his name It was no badge, no title, that o’erthrew Soldier, and steed, and engine—don Roderigo, The truly and the falsely great here differ, These by dull wealth or daring fraud advance, Him the Almighty calls amidst his people To sway the wills and passions of mankind. The weak of heart and intellect beheld Thy splendour, and adored thee lord of Spain— I rose—Roderigo lords o’er Spain no more. p. 75 p. 76 Rod. Now to a traitor’s add a boaster’s name. Jul. Shameless and arrogant, dost thou believe I boast for pride or pastime? forced to boast, Truth costs me more than falsehood e’er cost thee. Divested of that purple of the soul, That potency, that palm of wise ambition— Cast headlong by thy madness from that high That
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