Tim. O, let me alone.
Sale. He is not in the mood now;
Sometimes you'd wonder at him.
Quart. He is tired
With talking all this day. That, and the heat
Of company about him, dull him.
Ware. Surely,
My friends, it is to me a miracle
To hear a fish speak thus.
Quart. So, sirs, 't has been
To thousands more.
Sale. Come now next Michaelmas,
'Tis five year we have shown him in most courts
In Christendom; and you will not believe,
How with mere travelling and observation
He has improved himself, and brought away
The language of the country.
Sea. May not I ask him
Some questions?
Quart. Sir, you may; but he
Will answer none but one of us.
Mis. Sea. He's used, and knows their voices.
[Knocking at door.