Chapter 26 No.26

He brings white asses laden with the freight

Of Tyrian vessels, purple, gold and balm,

To bribe my will: I'll bid them chase him forth,

Nor let him breathe the taint of his surmise

On my secure resolve.

Ay, 'tis secure:

And therefore let him come to spread his freight.

For firmness hath its appetite and craves

The stronger l