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Rh But say, what seek you, madam? 'Tis enough That you should have dominion o'er the springs Domestic and man's heart: those ways, how rough, How vile, outside the stately avenue Where you walk sheltered by your angel's wings,
 * Are happily unknown to you.

We hear women's shrieks on them. We like your phrase, Dominion domestic! And that roar, 'What seek you?' is of tyrants in all days. Sir, get you something of our purity, And we will of your strength: we ask no more.
 * That is the sum of what seek we.