Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.
SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.
So Judas kiss'd his master,
And cried--All hail! when as he meant--all harm.
SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 7.
Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason?
Why, if it prosper, none dare call it treason.
SIR JOHN HARRINGTON: _Epigrams,_ Bk. iv., Epigram 5.
Treason is not own'd when 'tis descried;
Successful crimes alone are justified.
DRYDEN: _Medals,_ Line 207.