Incorrigible, misunderstood. Even Nietzschean, maybe, self-realized and immovable. Sway of language and the decerebrated rabble. "Are you all resolved to give your voices? But that's no matter, the greater part carries it" (II.3.34-5). No wonder this was Eliot's favorite.

I had rather have one scratch my head i' th' sun
When the alarum were struck than idly sit
To hear my nothings monstered. -II.2.73-5

. . . I think he'll be to Rome
As is the osprey to the fish, who takes it
By sovereignty of nature. First he was
A noble servant to them, but he could not
Carry his honours even. Whether 'twas pride,
Which out of daily fortune ever taints
The happy man; whether defect of judgement,
To fail in the disposing of those chances
Which he was lord of; or whether nature,
Not to be other than one thing, not moving
From th' casque to th' cushion, but commanding peace
Even with the same austerity and garb
As he controlled the war; but one of these--
As he hat spices of them all--not all,
For I dare so far free him--made him feared,
So hated, and so banished: but he has a merit
To choke it in the utt'rance. So our virtues
Lie in th' interpretation of the time;
And power, unto itself most commendable,
Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair
T' extol what it hath done. -IV.7.33-53

. . . But out, affection!
All bond and privilege of nature, break!
Let it be virtuous to be obstinate.
What is that curtsy worth? or those doves' eyes,
Which can make gods forsworn? I melt, and am not
Of stronger earth than others. my mother bows;
As if Olympus to a molehill should
In supplication nod: and my young boy
Hath an aspect of intercession which
Great Nature cries 'Deny not.' Let the Volsces
Plough Rome, and harrow Italy: I'll never
Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand
As if a man were author of himself
And knew no other kin. -V.3.24-37