Chrys.The moon—my lord?
Of course—the moon! See how, in ignorance,
We seek upon the surface of the wave
For pearls that lie uncounted fathoms deep.
The darkness frightens e’en the moon away!
The metaphor is perfect!
Phan. (annoyed).No, no, no!
The moon has not yet risen, sir! The moon
Frightens the darkness—darkness don’t fright her!
Why sits the genial Aristæus there