And so the deep-revolving, witty Blair shall spin no more.
It were a great temptation to say "MacBrown hath murther'd spin", but his great speech in which he doth promise henceforth to clothe his coming reign in russet yeas and honest kersey noes doth rather prompt the hearer to think "This same Chancellor doth protest too much." For is not this determination of his, to be as blunt as Kent in my King Lear, but spin by another name?
I know not the answer. I know but this: that in all my mortal years, and all the years since, I did never see a politician overmuch given to honesty. Nay, they but used it as it suited their purpose, and threw it off when it grew to be a clog: these great men could make even honesty a very whore. Or perchance a betray'd wife, since she is ever true though they be ne'er so false.
Remember ye, gentles, how I did begin the second part of my Henry IV?
Enter Rumour, painted with many tongues
Were I to write the story of these same two most potent ministers, I should make my prologue so:
Enter Spin, painted with many faces.
How think you, my masters? Would this play serve?
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