As should be heaven’s alone—mark’st thou my words?—
Should he then find this man, not girt and arm’d,
And watching o’er the heritage of his lord,
But, reckless of high fame and loyal faith,
Holding luxurious revels with his foes,
How would thou meet his glance?
Sylv. As I do thine,
Keen though it be, and proud.
Seb. Why, thou dost quail
Before it! even as if the burning eye