Mine eyes are full of tears; I cannot see.
And yet salt water blinds them not so much
But they can see a sort of traitors here.
Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,
I find myself a traitor with the rest;
for I have given here my soul’s consent
T’undeck the pompous body of a king;
Made glory base, a sovereignty a slave,
Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant.