That's well—no, 'tis too heavy; you mistake, too—
It was not this I meant, but that which bears130
A diadem around it.
Sfe.Sire, I deemed
That too conspicuous from the precious stones
To risk your sacred brow beneath—and trust me,
This is of better metal, though less rich.
Sar. You deemed! Are you too turned a rebel? Fellow!
Your part is to obey: return, and—no—
It is too late—I will go forth without it.