“Would to God,” said Fitzurse to De Bracy, “that aught could reanimate his own! His brother’s very name is an ague to him. Unhappy are the counsellors of a Prince, who wants fortitude and perseverance alike in good and in evil!”

And yet he thinks⁠—ha, ha, ha, ha⁠—he thinks

I am the tool and servant of his will.

Well, let it be; through all the maze of trouble

His plots and base oppression must create,

I’ll shape myself a way to higher things,

And who will say ’tis wrong?

Basil, a Tragedy