The living for their mirth? The grave sets bounds
Unto all human friendship.
Seb. On the plain
Of Alcazar full many a stately flower,
The pride and crown of some high house, was laid
Low in the dust of Afric; but of these
Sebastian was not one.
Sylv. I am not skill’d
To deal with men of mystery. Take, then, off
The strange dark scrutiny of thine eye from mine