SOLDIERS.
--Segismund, Segismund, Prince Segismund!
--Our own King Segismund, etc.
(They all rise.)

SEG.
Again? So soon?--What, not yet done with me?
The sun is little higher up, I think,
Than when I last lay down,
To bury in the depth of your own sea
You that infest its shallows.

CAPT.
Sir!

SEG.
And now,
Not in a palace, not in the fine clothes
We all were in; but here, in the old place,
And in our old accoutrement--
Only your vizors off, and lips unlock'd
To mock me with that idle title--

CAPT.
Nay,
Indeed no idle title, but your own,
Then, now, and now for ever. For, behold,
Ev'n as I speak, the mountain passes fill
And bristle with the advancing soldiery