Like a demigod here sit I in the sky,
And wretched fools’ secrets heedfully o’er-eye.
And wretched fools’ secrets heedfully o’er-eye.
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Berowne
"All hid, all hid—an old infant play.
Like a demigod here sit I in the sky,
And wretched fools’ secrets heedfully o’ereye.
More sacks to the mill. O heavens, I have my wish.
Dumaine transformed! Four woodcocks in a dish."