To the poor common privilege of breathing.
—Why dost thou turn away?
Raim. What wouldst thou with me?
I deem’d thee, by th’ ascendant soul which lived
And made its throne on thy commanding brow,
One of a sovereign nature, which would scorn
So to abase its high capacities
For aught on earth. But thou art like the rest.
What wouldst thou with me?
Pro. I would counsel thee.