Arn. What's here? whose broad brow and whose curly beard

And manly aspect look like Hercules,[215]

Save that his jocund eye hath more of Bacchus

Than the sad purger of the infernal world,

Leaning dejected on his club of conquest,[216]

As if he knew the worthlessness of those

For whom he had fought.

Stran.‍It was the man who lost

The ancient world for love.

Arn.‍I cannot blame him,