No More Learning

_Sal. _ For all thy realms
I would not so blaspheme our country's creed.

_Sar. _ That is to say, thou thinkest him a hero,
That he shed blood by oceans; and no God,
Because he turned a fruit to an enchantment,
Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires
The young, makes Weariness forget his toil, 190
And Fear her danger; opens a new world
When this, the present, palls. Well, then _I_ pledge thee
And _him_ as a true man, who did his utmost
In good or evil to surprise mankind. [_Drinks_.

_Sal. _ Wilt thou resume a revel at this hour?

_Sar. _ And if I did, 'twere better than a trophy,
Being bought without a tear. But that is not
My present purpose: since thou wilt not pledge me,
Continue what thou pleasest.
(_To the Cupbearer_. ) Boy, retire. [_Exit Cupbearer_.

_Sal.
_ I would but have recalled thee from thy dream; 200
Better by me awakened than rebellion.

_Sar. _ Who should rebel? or why? what cause? pretext?
I am the lawful King, descended from
A race of Kings who knew no predecessors.
What have I done to thee, or to the people,
That thou shouldst rail, or they rise up against me?

_Sal. _ Of what thou hast done to me, I speak not.

_Sar. _ But
Thou think'st that I have wronged the Queen: is't not so?

_Sal. _ _Think! _ Thou hast wronged her!

_Sar.