How all occasions denounce against me and stimulate my secret revenge! What is a man, if his main good and market of his time is only to sleep and eat? a beast, no more. Of course, the one who gave us such a great speech, looking before and after, did not give us this divine ability and reason to remain within us unused. Now, whether it is a question of a bestial forgetfulness, or of some cowardly scruple of thinking too precisely about the event, a thought which, divided into four, has only one part of wisdom and always three parts of cowardice, I do not know why I still live to say: “This thing must be done; 'Sith, I have a cause, a will, a strength and a means to do this. Examples as gross as the earth exhort me: witness this army of such mass and charge, led by a delicate and tender prince, whose spirit with divine ambition makes mouths of the event invisible, exposing what is mortal and uncertain to all this fortune, death. and danger dares, Even for an eggshell. To be great, rightly so, is not to move without great disputes, but to find a quarrel in a straw when honor is at stake. How can I stand then to have a father killed, a mother defiled, excitements of my reason and my blood, and to let everyone sleep? while, to my shame, I see the imminent death of twenty thousand men, who, for a fantasy and a turn of glory, go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot on which numbers cannot judge the cause, which is not enough tomb. and continent To hide the killed? O, from this moment