Damon my friend must die.
He speaketh this after the song.
In vain I call for death, which heareth not my complaint:
But what wisdom is this, in such extremity to faint?
Multum juvat in re malâ animus bonus.
I will to the court myself, to make friends, and that presently.
I will never forsake my friend in time of misery—
But do I see Stephano amazed hither to run?
Here entereth Stephano.
Stephano. O Pithias, Pithias, we are all undone!