FIRST MERCHANT
Lean forward
And kiss the circlet where my Master's lips
Were pressed upon it when he sent us hither;
You shall have peace once more.
(SECOND MERCHANT kisses the gold circlet that is about the head of the FIRST MERCHANT.)
I, too, grow weary,
But there is something moving in my heart
Whereby I know that what we seek the most
Is drawing near—our labour will soon end.
Come, deal, deal, deal, deal, deal; are you all dumb?
What, will you keep me from our ancient home,
And from the eternal revelry?
SECOND MERCHANT
Deal, deal.
SHEMUS
They say you beat the woman down too low.
FIRST MERCHANT