Dion. [To Brentio] Come, sir. What entertainment is provided?
[Dion talks aside with slave]
Aris. So goes my friend. He who was happiest lost
In the vast solitude of a noble book,
Or Truth's deep-pathed discourse. A wife. Is this
My journey's end? That little haven whence
No harbored sail dares sea? Port of delay,
And pocket of emprise, whose shallows oft
Have sunk the mightiest hope of greatest states!
[Enter a servant]