FRANCISCO, and others
ALONSO) By 'r lakin, I can
go no further, sir.
My old bones ache. Here’s a maze trod indeed
Through forthrights and meanders. By your patience,
I needs must rest me.
Old lord, I cannot
5Who am myself attached with weariness
To th' 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 drowned
Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks
10Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go.
SEBASTIAN) I am right glad that
he’s so out of hope.
Do not for one repulse forego the purpose
That you resolved t' effect.
15Will we take throughly.
SEBASTIAN) Let it be
For now they are oppressed with travel. They
Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance
As when they are fresh.
Solemn and strange music
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