E’en like the elements in their hour of might
And mastery o’er creation.
Gon. But they wait
That hour in silence. Oh! be calm awhile—
Thine is not come. My king——
Seb. I am no king,
While in the very palace of my sires,
Ay, where mine eyes first drank the glorious light,
Where my soul’s thrilling echoes first awoke
To the high sound of earth’s immortal names,