Anthony. "And ye go?..."
Damis (pointing to the other)
"Whithersoever he shall desire!"
Anthony. "But who may he be?"
Damis. "Look well upon him!"
Anthony (aside).
"He looks like a saint! If I could only dare...."
(The mist is all gone. The night is very clear. The moon shines.)
Damis. "Of what art thou dreaming, that thou dost not speak?"