Ul. (aside). Silence.—Now may Apollo
Grant me but half the strength that once was mine,
And ye shall see if I can bend a bow.
Wooers. By heaven, the beggar hath an eye.—
He holds it as he knew the trick.—
Perchance he hath the like laid by
At home.—Or ’tis his thought to try
To fashion such another stick.—
He bends it at his will.—’Tis done!—
’Tis done!—He hath strung it.—See ’tis done.