_Who has performed_ CORDELIA _now returns, bows a little, then speaks,
as follows_:--
My eyes are washed and now I do perceive that all the world’s a stage,
from whence, at end of day, we look inquiringly at those who looked on
us.
If we have read our author’s plot aright, our reward should be, to spy,
with ours, some brighter, fonder eyes, who flash us thanks, and who in
turn do work and watch and play; while we in turn do dream new action
for the morrow.