—— Be not you bitten by this madness, neighbour.
Rome’s arm is long.
—— Ay, and some say her ears.
—— Then, ev’n if bitten, bark not—Thunder again!
—— And what unnatural darkness!
—— Well—a storm—
—— They say, you know, he was a sorcerer—
Indeed we saw the mystic dress he wore
All wrought with figures of astrology;
Nay, he confess’d himself as much; and now