But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again!
I'll cross it, though it blast me.--Stay, illusion!
If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
Speak to me:
If there be any good thing to be done,
That may to thee do ease, and grace to me,
Speak to me;
If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
Which, happily foreknowing, may avoid,
O, speak!
Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
Extorted treasures in the womb of earth,
For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
Speak of it. Stay and speak!