The Act 2. Scene 1 - Royal Slave

Act. 2. Sce. I Cratander Cra .

Perish their Tables, and themselves: a Throne
May stand without those tumults of delights,
That wayte on big and pompous Luxury.
I'le crosse their expectation, and quite banish
All that their weaker mindes do thinke delight.
Kings pleasures are more subtle, then to be
Seen by the vulgar; they are Men, but such
As ne're had any dregges, or if they had,
Drop'd 'em as they were drawing up from out
The groveling Prease of Mortalls. To offend
Beyond the reach of Law without controule,
Is not the Nature, but the vice of Pow'r:
And he is only great, that dares be good.
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