” I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself”
“Two truths are told, as happy prologues to the swelling act of the imperial theme.”
I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself
And falls on th’other (1.7)
To be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus (3.1)