...blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchafed, as the rud'st wind That by the top doth take the mountain pine And make him stoop to th'vale. 'Tis wonder That an invisible instinct should frame them To royalty unlearned, honour untaught,...

...the violet, Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchafed, as the rudest wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonder That an invisible instinct should frame them To royalty unlearn'd, honour untaught,...

...the violet, Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchafed, as the rudest wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale. (iv. ii. 169) A characteristic speech. The 'violet* and 'zephyrs' recall Twelfth Night. 'Chafe'...

...blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head; and yet, as rough, (Their royal blood enchaf'd) as the rud'st wind That by the top doth take the mountain pine And make them stoop to th' vale. 'Tis wonder That an invisible instinct should frame them To royalty unlearn'd,...

...blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchafed, as the rud'st wind That by the top doth take the mountain pine And make them stoop to th' vale. 'Tis wonder That an invisible instinct should frame them To royalty unlearned,...