. Too long a pause for that which you find there.
Arr
. What's here: the portrait of a blinking idiot,
Presenting me a schedule? I will read it.
Some there be that shadows kiss;
Such have but a shadow's bliss:
There be fools alive, I wis,[[75]]
Silver'd o'er; and so was this.'
Still more fool I shall appear
By the time I linger here:
With one fool's head I came to woo,
But I go away with two.
Sweet, adieu! I'll keep my oath,
Patiently to bear my wroath.