To repay you for what you never gave.
Is it not true?
Wom. Go on, say all and more.
Upon this body, as the basis, lies
The ladder that has raised you to the skies.
Di. Is that so much? am I indeed so high?
Am I not rather
The slave and servant of the wretched world,
Liveried and finely dressed—yet all the same
A menial and lacquey seeking place