A rich and noble harvest. Fare ye well.
[Exit Procida.
1st Pea. This man should be a prophet: how he seem’d
To read our hearts with his dark searching glance
And aspect of command! and yet his garb
Is mean as ours.
2d Pea. Speak low; I know him well.
At first his voice disturb’d me, like a dream
Of other days; but I remember now
His form, seen oft when in my youth I served