You spirit me up here, I know not how,
Popinjay-like invest me like yourselves,
Choke me with scent and music that I loathe,
And, worse than all the music and the scent,
With false, long-winded, fulsome compliment,
That 'Oh, you are my subjects!' and in word
Reiterating still obedience,
Thwart me in deed at every step I take:
When just about to wreak a just revenge
Upon that old arch-traitor of you all,
Filch from my vengeance him I hate; and him
I loved--the first and only face--till this--
I cared to look on in your ugly court--
And now when palpably I grasp at last
What hitherto but shadow'd in my dreams--
Affiances and interferences,
The first who dares to meddle with me more--
Princes and chamberlains and counsellors,
Touch her who dares!--

AST.
That dare I--

SEG. (seizing him by the throat).
You dare!

CHAMB.
My Lord!--

A LORD.