Walter. Cold patience!

Larry. In the shape of water, honey.

Walter. A notable discovery; come away!

Larry. Ha! isn't that a sail?

Walter. A sail! a fleet!

[Looking toward the river.

Enter Talman.

Talman. We have discovered nine tall ships.

Larry. Discovered!
Away, you rogue, we have discovered them,
With nature's telescopes. Run—scud—begone—
Down to the river! Och, St. Pat, I thank you!