KING.

This ardor is most laudable. You wish

To do good deeds to others; how you do them

Is but of small account to patriots,

Or to the wise. Choose then within these realms

The office where you best may satisfy

This noble impulse.

MARQUIS.

'Tis not to be found.

KING.

How!

MARQUIS.

What your majesty would spread abroad,

Through these my hands-is it the good of men?

Is it the happiness that my pure love

Would to mankind impart? Before such bliss

Monarchs would tremble. No! Court policy

Has raised up new enjoyments for mankind.

Which she is always rich enough to grant;

And wakened, in the hearts of men, new wishes

Which such enjoyments only can content.

In her own mint she coins the truth-such truth!

As she herself can tolerate: all forms

Unlike her own are broken. But is that

Which can content the court enough for me?

Must my affection for my brother pledge

Itself to work my brother injury?

To call him happy when he dare not think?

Sire, choose not me to spread the happiness

Which you have stamped for us. I must decline

To circulate such coin. I cannot be

The servant of a prince.

KING (suddenly).

You are, perhaps,

A Protestant?

MARQUIS (after some reflection).

Our creeds, my liege, are one.

[A pause.

I am misunderstood. I feared as much.

You see the veil torn by my hand aside

From all the mysteries of majesty.

Who can assure you I shall still regard

As sacred that which ceases to alarm me?

I may seem dangerous, because I think

Above myself. I am not so, my liege;

My wishes lie corroding here. The rage

[Laying his hand on his breast.

For innovation, which but serves to increase

The heavy weight of chains it cannot break,

Shall never fire my blood! The world is yet

Unripe for my ideal; and I live

A citizen of ages yet to come.

But does a fancied picture break your rest?

A breach of yours destroys it.

KING.

Say, am I

The first to whom your views are known?

MARQUIS.

You are.

KING (rises, walks a few paces and then stops opposite

the MARQUIS-aside).

This tone, at least, is new; but flattery

Exhausts itself. And men of talent still

Disdain to imitate. So let us test

Its opposite for once. Why should I not?

There is a charm in novelty. Should we

Be so agreed, I will bethink me now

Of some new state employment, in whose duties

Your powerful mind--

MARQUIS.

Sire, I perceive how small,

How mean, your notions are of manly worth.

Suspecting, in an honest man's discourse,

Naught but a flatterer's artifice-methinks

I can explain the cause of this your error.

Mankind compel you to it. With free choice

They have disclaimed their true nobility,

Lowered themselves to their degraded state.

Before man's inward worth, as from a phantom,

They fly in terror-and contented with

Their poverty, they ornament their chains

With slavish prudence; and they call it virtue

To bear them with a show of resignation.

Thus did you find the world, and thus it was

By your great father handed o'er to you.

In this debased connection-how could you

Respect mankind?

KING.

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