Near enemy; or let me have the long

And patient swiftness of the desert-ship,

The helmless dromedary!—and I'll bear[cx]

Thy fiendish sarcasm with a saintly patience.

Stran. I will.

Arn. (with surprise). Thou canst?

Stran.‍Perhaps. Would you aught else?120

Arn. Thou mockest me.

Stran.‍Not I. Why should I mock

What all are mocking? That's poor sport, methinks.