AGABUS: O--yes, yes, yes. You'd give me gold
To pray for your two souls. (_Crossing himself._) Not I! Not I!
Know you not love is brewed of lust and fire?
It gnaws and burns, until the Shadow--Sir, (_Searching about the
air._)
Have you not seen a Shadow pass?
ANTONIO: A Shadow?
AGABUS: Silent and cold. A-times they call him Death:
I'd have him for my brain--it shakes with fever.
(_Goes searching anxiously._