Our sorrow with our comfort.
Alon.
Prithee, peace.
10 Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
[Ant.] The [visitor] will not give [him] o’er so.
Seb. Look, he’s winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
Gon. Sir,—
15 Seb. [One]: tell.
Gon. When every grief is [entertain’d that’s offer’d,]
[Comes] to the entertainer—