Some spy doth watch, in mirth’s unguarded hour
To seize stray thoughts which haply may transgress
The straitened bounds of prudence.
Leonardo.
Hush! you tread
Close on its limits now. The mighty ones
Are like the gods, invisible and present.
Vincentio.
Aye, like the gods too, that their cunning visits
Their destined victims with a wholesome madness!