Vivien. Ho! Ho! Thou art travelling my road at last.
I must haste from hence and find Dagonet.
SCENE VIII.—Enter Dagonet.
Dagonet. I’m but the ghost of mine old former self,
Who once a jester, am now but the jest
Of some outrageous fortune. Sleep hath fled,
My meat hath no more taste unto my mouth.
The wine but heavy lees within the cup.
I am so held in love for Vivien,