Inheritance that all men share alike,
And chain’d him—chain’d him!—like a wild beast’s whelp,
Among as savage mountains, to this hour?
Answer if this be thus.
King. Oh, Segismund,
In all that I have done that seems to you,
And, without further hearing, fairly seems,
Unnatural and cruel—’twas not I,
But One who writes His order in the sky
I dared not misinterpret nor neglect,