Of which I bring a chapter, be reveal’d,
Assured of all you see and hear as neither
Madness nor mockery—
Seg. What then?
Clo. All it seems:
This palace with its royal garniture;
This capital of which it is the eye,
With all its temples, marts, and arsenals;
This realm of which this city is the head,
With all its cities, villages, and tilth,