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There's not a creature knows. Perhaps i' the moon,
If magic knows the way to climb so high.

MONTEBESA.

Perhaps in his own land.

ARTINA.

Ay, certes, Europe is a wond'rous kingdom,

And well worth visiting, which sends forth men
So gifted and so good.

SAMARKOON.

I pray thee say not men, but only man.

Hath it e'er sent another like to him?
Yet wherefore came he to these happier regions
With such a wicked crew?

ARTINA.

Nay, blame him not:

His fate hath been disastrous and sad,
As I have heard him say; and, woe is me!
Misfortune is not dainty in associates.

SAMARKOON.

Associates! Solitude in trackless deserts,

Where locusts, ants, and lizards poorly thrive,—
On the bare summit of a rugged peak,
Where birds of prey in dusky circles wing
The troubled air with loud and clam'rous din,
Were to an honest heart endurable,
Rather than such associates.