And with your thunders loud, cause such dire outrage
Within this little ball—this, O! this nothing?
Tell me, high heaven! is this your justice?
Did I not nourish them: ay, teach them, love them?
Yes, little drops, oh! come, cool my poor face:
Speak! ay, ye come, I know, to say I did.
Now, please your highness, and what would you more?
Say, are not here a host of witnesses?
Longer, O! let me not detain the court;
For in such plenty they do now rush forth,