Be thyself!
Shake off the idle fancies that beset thee,
And live, for now thou diest!
POLITIAN
Not so, Baldazzar
Surely I live.
BALDAZZAR
Politian, it doth grieve me
To see thee thus.
POLITIAN
Baldazzar, it doth grieve me
To give thee cause for grief, my honored friend.
Command me, sir! what wouldst thou have me do?
At thy behest I will shake off that nature
Which from my, forefathers I did inherit,
Which with my mother's milk I did imbibe,
And be no more Politician, but some other.
Command me, sir!
BALDAZZAR
To the field, then- to the field-
To the senate or the field.
POLITIAN.
Alas! Alas!
There is an imp would follow me even there!
There is an imp hath followed me even there!
There is- what voice was that?
BALDAZZAR
I heard it not.
I heard not any voice except thine own,
And the echo of thine own.
POLITIAN
Then I but dreamed.
BALDAZZAR
Give not thy soul to dreams: the camp- the court,
Befit thee- Fame awaits thee- Glory calls-
And her, the trumpet-tongued, thou wilt not hear
In hearkening to imaginary sounds
And phantom voices.
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