He knows not that he is royalty. We know not what this form of royalty means.
This is the beginning of the pursuit for his truth:
By the four opposing coigns
Which the world together joins,
Is made with all due diligence
That horse and sail and high expense
Can stead the quest. //
The mutiny he there hastes t’ oppress; //
Come not home in twice six moons,
He, obedient to their dooms,
Will take the crown. The sum of this,
Y-ravished the regions round,
And every one with claps can sound,
‘Our heir-apparent is a king!
Who dream’d, who thought of such a thing?’