Watch still, mine eyes, to see this[106] love disjoin'd:
Hear still, mine ears, to hear them both lament:
Live,[107] heart, to joy at fond Horatio's fall.

Bell'-Imperia.

Why stands Horatio speechless all this while?

Horatio.

The less I speak, the more I meditate.

Bell'-Imperia.

But whereon dost thou chiefly[108] meditate?

Horatio.

On dangers past and pleasures to ensue. [Aside.