His presence should have made it festival;
These gates, untouch'd, had leap'd to give him entrance,
And songs of joy made glad the way before him.
Instead of this, think what has been his welcome!
Dragg'd by rude hands before a furious judge,
Insulted, menac'd, like the vilest slave,
And doom'd, unheard, to ignominious bondage.
Jaq. Your father knew not of his service to you?
Adel. No, his indignant soul disdain'd to tell it.
Great spirits, conscious of their inborn worth,