To D'Ambois freedome?
Baligny. Saw, and through mine eyes
Let fire into my heart, that burn'd to beare
An insolence so giantly austere.
Hen. The more Kings beare at subjects hands, the more5
Their lingring justice gathers; that resembles
The waightie and the goodly-bodied eagle,
Who (being on earth) before her shady wings
Can raise her into ayre, a mightie way
Close by the ground she runnes; but being aloft,10