He takes a deep sigh, skimming the pages. "O heavens! Why does my blood thus muster to my heart, making both it unable for itself, and dispossessing all my other parts of necessary fitness? So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons; come all to help him, and so stop the air by which he should revive: and even so, the general, subject to a well-wish'd king, quit their own part, and in...obsequious fondness crowd to his presence, where their untaught love must needs appear offence."