Maybe they heard not rightly, speak again!
Pr. There is, O king, fire on the earth this day.
In. Yes, yes, again. Now let sweet Music blab
Her secret and give o’er; here is a trumpet 371
That mocks her method. Yet ’tis but the word.
Maybe thy fire is not the fire I seek;
Maybe though thou didst see it, now ’tis quenched,
Or guarded out of reach: speak yet again
And swear by heaven’s truth is there fire or no;
And if there be, what means may make it mine.