The cease of majesty Dies not alone; but like a gulf doth draw What’s near it with it: it is a massy wheel, Fix’d on the summit of the highest mount, To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things Are mortis’d and adjoin’d; which, when it falls, Each small annexment, petty consequence, Attends the boisterous ruin.
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It is a boisterous crowd, but there is more than enough security.
The one thing I did, though, I was careful ... not to get boisterous or anything.