id="id00265">Corn. Why, Tigellinus?

Tigell. I have done, upon your perill go or stay. [Ex. Ti.

Corn. And why should Death or Banishment be due
For speaking that which was requir'd, my thought?
O why doe Princes love to be deceiv'd
And even do force abuses on themselves?
Their Eares are so with pleasing speech beguil'd
That Truth they mallice, Flatterie truth account,
And their owne Soule and understanding lost
Goe, what they are, to seeke in other men.
Alas, weake Prince, how hast thou punisht me
To banish me from thee? O let me goe
And dwell in Taurus, dwell in Ethiope
So that I doe not dwell at Rome with thee.
The farther still I goe from hence, I know,
The farther I leave Shame and Vice behind.
Where can I goe but I shall see thee, Sunne?
And Heaven will be as neere me still as here.
Can they so farre a knowing soule exyle
That her owne roofe she sees not ore her head?

[Exit.