Mons. Thou dream'st awake: object in th'empty aire!
Buss. Worthy the browes of Titan, worth his chaire.
Mons. Pray thee, what mean'st thou?
Buss. See you not a crowne [395]
Empalethe forehead of the great King Monsieur?
Mons. O, fie upon thee!
Buss. Prince, that is the subject
Of all these your retir'd and sole discourses.
Mons. Wilt thou not leave that wrongfull supposition?