Ingratitude (n.) has two roots only: avarice, which is inexcusable, and suspicion, which may be forgiven.
Ingratitude (n.) has its limits: men are never so shameless as to make themselves a monument of it by crushing the ally who helped them win.
Ingratitude (n.) is kept from a republic by many heroes: Rome had so many successful soldiers that each checked the other and none was big enough to fear.
Ingratitude (n.) awaits the victorious captain: he wins glory, rich soldiers and a name with friend and foe — which no master can find wholly agreeable, so the prince begins proving the victory was luck.
Ingratitude (n.) leaves the victorious captain two courses: lay down his command at once and act humbly, or seize everything boldly for himself — and since men cannot be wholly good or wholly bad, he does neither and is crushed while he wavers.