Rene—Ho, that's the occasion of the trumpet blast!
First Monk—No need of casks.
Basil— No need of empty casks.
This is keel that draws five fathoms full.
Rene—And where it anchors, there a reef appears.
Basil—And where it founders, there the—sea goes down.
Rene—Its beak hath ta'en the color o' the wave.
Simon— (To First Monk.)
If Father Benedict had had the train
Or been among the muleteers, I'd say
No wonder Andrew couldn't find the wine.
Rene—Come on, Simon; let's go meet Macias.
Basil—If we can't wine it we can dine it.
Simon—(As he passes Leo.) Bah!