Jos.‍How so?

Ida. A cloud comes o'er his blue eyes suddenly,

Yet he says nothing.

Jos.‍It is nothing: all men,

Especially in these dark troublous times,

Have much to think of.

Ida.‍But I cannot think

Of aught save him.

Jos.‍Yet there are other men,

In the world's eye, as goodly. There's, for instance,