Deeming it wisdom. Nay, thou go’st not thus.
My heart is bursting, and I will be heard.
What! know’st thou not my spirit was born to hold
Dominion over thine? Thou shalt not cast
Those bonds thus lightly from thee. Stand thou there,
And tremble in the presence of thy lord!
Sylv. This is all madness.
Seb. Madness! no, I say—
’Tis Reason starting from her sleep, to feel,
And see, and know, in all their cold distinctness,