Fra. Sir.
Stra. We must be gone too.
Fra. But whither?
Stra. I don't care.
Fra. I'll attend you.
Stra. To any place?
Fra. To death.
Stra. Heav'n grant it—to me, at least! There is peace.
Fra. Peace is every where. Let the storm rage without, if the heart be but at rest. Yet I think we are very well where we are: the situation is inviting; and nature lavish of her beauties, and of her bounties too.
Stra. But I am not a wild beast, to be stared at, and sent for as a show. Is it fit I should be?