Aris. Worthy I hope he is, but even kings,
My lord, may wrap them in humility,
Nor boast descent, when demigods of earth
But bastards are in heaven.
Dion. Ay, some of us
Should curvet not so high, bethinking of
Our audience in the clouds; for this brave world
Is but a theatre whereto the gods
For pastime look, and whoso makes most show
Of plumes careering and proud-lifting stride