Woe's me!
Dark was the hour when first I strove with thee,
So harsh thou smitest; were we not before
As brothers fond; shall we be such no more?
NEMOROSO.
Albanio, friend beloved, be silent now;
Sleep here awhile, and move not.
ALBANIO.
Knowest thou
Any news of me?
SALICIO.
Mad, poor fool!
ALBANIO.
Agreed.
Soft, for I sleep.