Bel. Thou may'st endure whate'er thou wilt—the stars

Have written otherwise.

Arb.‍Though they came down,

And marshalled me the way in all their brightness,

I would not follow.

Bel.‍This is weakness—worse

Than a scared beldam's dreaming of the dead,350

And waking in the dark.—Go to—go to.

Arb. Methought he looked like Nimrod as he spoke,

Even as the proud imperial statue stands