Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee, 4
Who am myself attach'd with weariness,
To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest.
Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it
No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd 8
Whom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocks
Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go.
Ant. [Aside to Seb.] I am right glad that he's so out of hope.
Do not, for one repulse, forgo the purpose 12
That you resolv'd to effect.
Seb. [Aside to Ant.] The next advantage
Will we take throughly.
Ant. [Aside to Seb.] Let it be to-night;
For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they
Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance 16
As when they are fresh.
Seb. [Aside to Ant.] I say to-night: no more.
Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, hark!
Gon. Marvellous sweet music!
Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these? 20
Seb. A living drollery. Now I will believe
That there are unicorns; that in Arabia
There is one tree, the phœnix' throne; one phœnix
5 attach'd: attacked
14 throughly: thoroughly
17 S. d. top; cf. n.
21 drollery: puppet-show
