You are too bold.

_Phi_. No Sir, I am too tame,
Too much a Turtle, a thing born without passion,
A faint shadow, that every drunken cloud sails over,
And makes nothing.

_King_. I do not fancy this,
Call our Physicians: sure he is somewhat tainted.

_Thra_. I do not think 'twill prove so.

_Di_. H'as given him a general purge already, for all the
right he has, and now he means to let him blood: Be
constant Gentlemen; by these hilts I'le run his
hazard, although I run my name out of the
Kingdom.

_Cle_. Peace, we are one soul.

_Pha_. What you have seen in me, to stir offence,
I cannot find, unless it be this Lady
Offer'd into mine arms, with the succession,
Which I must keep though it hath pleas'd your fury
To mutiny within you; without disputing
Your _Genealogies_, or taking knowledge
Whose branch you are. The King will leave it me;
And I dare make it mine; you have your answer.

_Phi_. If thou wert sole inheritor to him,