Scene 4.2

N

Do; vrge thine anger, still; good Heauen, and iust.

Tell guilty men, what powers are aboue them.

In such a confidence of wickednesse, It was time, they should know something fit to feare.

O

I neuer saw a morne more full of horror.

N

To Catiline, and his: but, to iust men, Though Heauen should speake, with all his wrath at once, That, with his breath, the hinges of the world Did cracke; we should stand upright, and vnfear'd.

L

Why, so we do, good Cato. Who be these?

O

Ambassadours, from the Allobroges, I take them, by their habits.

W

Aye, these men

Seeme of another race; Let us sue to these There is hope of iustice, with their fortitude.

L

Friends of the Senate, and of Rome, to day We pray you to forbeare us: on the morrow What sute you have, let us, by Fabius Sanga, (Whose Patronage your State doth vse) but know it, And, on the Consull's word, you shall receiue Dispatch, or else an answere, worth your patience.

W

We would not hope for more, most worthy Consul.

This Magistrate hath strooke an awe into me, And, by his sweetnesse, wonne a more reguard Vnto his place, then all the boistrous moodes

That ignorant Greatnesse practiseth, to fill The large, vnfit authority it weares.

How easie is a noble spirit discern'd From harsh, and sulphurous matter, that flies out In contumelies, makes a noise, and stinkes.

May we finde good, and great men, that know how To stoupe to wants, and meete necessities, And will not turne from any equall suites.

``Such men, they do not succour more the cause,

``They vndertake, with fauor, and successe;

``Then, by it, their owne iudgments they do raise,

`Ìn turning iust mens needes, into their praise.