Does homage to him for my sovereign.
Seg. Fidelity that held his Prince in chains!
Clo. Fidelity more fast than had it loosed him—
Seg. Ev’n from the very dawn of consciousness
Down at the bottom of the barren rocks,
Where scarce a ray of sunshine found him out,
In which the poorest beggar of my realm
At least to human-full proportion grows—
Me! Me—whose station was the kingdom’s top
To flourish in, reaching my head to heaven,