Much as I honor the wisdom of the princess--there is something more dashing about a man.
The character of the crowds is made up of mimicry and hostility.
Servants honor their master by their service.
Genius unrefined resembles a flash of lightning, but wisdom is like the sun.
It is open to question whether the highly individualized characters we find in Shakespeare are perhaps not detrimental to the dramatic effect. The human being disappears to the same degree as the individual emerges.
Woman is the crown of all creation, but Man is the head who wears it, and even the servant is master in his house.