And flighty creatures, they had soon begun
To deafen us with their sea-gossip. Now
We must go bring more money. Brother, brother,
I long to see my master’s face again,
For I turn homesick.
SECOND MERCHANT.
I too tire of toil.
[They go out, and return as before, with their bags full.
SECOND MERCHANT.
[Pointing to the oratory.]