Meanwhile, the reverend Themis draws aside
The King’s obeying will, from taking pride
In these vain stirs, and to his mind suggests
How he may triumph in his subjects’ breasts,
With better pomp. She tells him first, that kings
Are here on earth the most conspicuous things:
That they, by heaven, are placed upon his throne,
To rule like heaven; and have no more, their own,
As they are men, then men. That all they do
Though hid at home, abroad is searched into:
And, being once found out, discovered lies
Unto as many envies, there, as eyes.
That princes, since they know it is their fate,
Oft-times, to have the secrets of their state
Betrayed to fame, should take more care, and fear
In public acts what face and form they bear.
She then remembered to his thought the place
Where he was going; and the upward race
Of kings, preceding him in that high court;
Their laws, their ends; the men she did report:
And all so justly, as his care was joyed
To hear the truth, from spite, or flattery void.
