Like the mad viper, scourged into a rage,
I shoot into myself my fatal sting.
Enter Mariner.
Mar. The ship is ready, when you please to sail,
And waits but your command: The wind stands fair.
Cas. Be secret, and attend my farther pleasure.—
[Gives him a Purse, and exit Mariner.
So; this was time well managed: In three days
To hire a vessel, put my wealth on board,
Send off the observing son, and fool the father.—