That thou canst set my dream to flight?
I doubt me that the lad could stand
Beneath the load!
Phantom:
Nay, thee canst ravel well, my friend.
The lad was thee, and Doubt
O’ertook with Wisdom on thy way.
Come, bury Doubt aneath the ash.
We travel us anew.
Seest thou, a rimming moon doth show