Julia. Stay, stay your hands! desist, or——
King. How now!
Wherefore this boldness?
Julia. Great and mighty King!
Behold a youth much wrong'd. Men do esteem
The Monarch's throne as the pure fount and spring
Whence justice flows: and here I cry for it.
King. What is the suit thus urges?
Julia. Please you, sir,
Suspend a while this fatal ceremony,—