A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon't, that nod unto the world,
And mock our eyes with air: Thou hast seen these signs;
They are Black Vesper's Pageants."[191:A]
This illustrious critic, however, should have continued the quotation
somewhat further; for the next three lines include a piece of imagery immediately taken from the same source, and more worthy of remark than any preceding allusion:—
"Eros. Ay, my lord.
Ant. That, which is now a horse; even with a thought,
The Rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct,
As water is in water."[192:A]