Abd. You'll love me now I hope.
Mount. Make that good to me
Your promise is engaged for.
Abd. Why she is there
Ready prepar'd, and much about this time
Life will look up again.
Roc. Come in all's sure,
Not a foot stirring, nor a tongue.
Mount. Heaven bless me,
I never enter'd with such unholy thoughts
This place before.
Abd. Ye are a fearful fool,
If men have appetites allow'd 'em,
And warm desires, are there not ends too for 'em?
Mount. Whether shall we carry her?
Roc. Why, to the bark, Sir,
I have provided one already waits us;
The wind stands wondrous fair too for our passage.
Ad. And there when ye have enjoy'd her, for ye have that liberty
Let me alone to send her to feed fishes:
I'll no more sighs for her.
Mount. Where is the monument?
Thou art sure she will awake about this time?