Ben Jonson - The Poetaster Act 4. Scene 6 lyrics

Enter HORACE, MECAENAS, LUPUS, HISTRIO, and Lictors. Cris. Do you hear, captain? I'll write nothing in it but innocence, because I may swear I am innocent. Hor. Nay, why pursue you not the emperor for your reward now, Lupus? Mec. Stay, Asinius; You and your stager, and your band of lictors: I hope your service merits more respect, Than thus, without a thanks, to be sent hence. His. Well, well, jest on, jest on. Hor. Thou base, unworthy groom! Lup. Ay, ay, 'tis good. Hor. Was this the treason, this the dangerous plot, Thy clamorous tongue so bellow'd through the court? Hadst thou no other project to encrease Thy grace with Caesar, but this wolfish train, To prey upon the life of innocent mirth And harmless pleasures, bred of noble wit? Away! I loath thy presence; such as thou, They are the moths and scarabs of a state, The bane of empires, and the dregs of courts; Who, to endear themselves to an employment, Care not whose fame they blast, whose life they endanger; And, under a disguised and cobweb mask Of love unto their sovereign, vomit forth Their own prodigious malice; and pretending To be the props and columns of their safety, The guards unto his person and his peace. Disturb it most, with their false, lapwing-cries. Lup. Good! Caesar shall know of this, believe it! Mec. Caesar doth know it, wolf, and to his knowledge, He will, I hope, reward your base endeavours. Princes that will but hear, or give access To such officious spies, can ne'er be safe: They take in poison with an open ear, And, free from danger, become slaves to fear. [Exeunt.