That be the comedy, ha! ha! ha!
Arthur. Ha! hast thou a moral?
Dagonet. Nay, not a moral, Sire! Morals be not in it.
Arthur. Thou art but a wry fool to-day.
Dagonet. (Aside.) My plan faileth.
(To the king.) Yea Sire, I passed an uncommon sorry night.
Arthur. How fool?
Dagonet. I dreamed of thee, Sire, and as I love thee,
I liked it not.
Arthur. What was thy dream?