Let not the world see fear and sad distrust govern the motion of a kingly eye.
What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.
O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue.
With these shreds They vented their complainings, which being answered And a petition granted them, a strange one, To break the heart of generosity, And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon, Shouting their emulation.