Reveal thyself; what art thou?
Pro. One whose life
Hath been a troubled stream, and made its way
Through rocks and darkness, and a thousand storms,
With still a mighty aim. But now the shades
Of eve are gathering round me, and I come
To this, my native land, that I may rest
Beneath its vines in peace.
Raim. Seek’st thou for peace?
This is no land of peace: unless that deep