To take their rooms, ere I can place myself:
A cold premeditation for my purpose!
Why, then, I do but dream on sovereignty;
135 Like one that stands upon a promontory,
And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,
Wishing his foot were equal with his eye,
And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,
[♦] Saying, he’ll lade it dry to have his way:
140 So do I wish the crown, being so far off;
[♦] And so I chide the means that keeps me from it;