Ser. [To Dion] My lord, the captain of the harbor
waits.
Dion. [To Aristocles] One moment, friend.
[Exit, right]
Aris. That lordly soul a-dream
In woman's arms! That heaven-cleaving mind
At fireside tattle with a gossip dame!
Now comes the sunward ranging eagle down
To sit by nest, a tame prudential spouse.
Where sped the proud ambassador of morn