STEPHANO. Course or discourse, your course is very coarse; for all your talk, You had but one bare course, and that was pick, rise, and walk: And surely, for all your talk of philosophy, I never heard that a man with words could fill his belly. Feed your eyes, quoth you? the reason from my wisdom swerveth, I stared on you both, and yet my belly starveth. DAMON. Ah, Stephano, small diet maketh a fine memory. STEPHANO. I care not for your crafty sophistry, You two are fine, let me be fed like a gross knave still; I pray you licence me for a while to have my will, At home to tarry, whiles you take view of this city! To find some odd victuals in a corner I am very witty. DAMON. At your pleasure, sir: I will wait on myself this day; Yet attend upon Pithias, which for a purpose tarrieth at home: So doing, you wait upon me also. STEPHANO. With wings on my feet I go. [_Exit._ DAMON. Not in vain the poet saith, _Naturam furcâ expellas, tamen usque recurret_; For train up a bondman never to so good a behaviour, Yet in some point of servility he will savour: As this Stephano, trusty to me his master, loving and kind, Yet touching his belly a very bondman I him find. He is to be borne withal, being so just and true, I assure you, I would not change him for no new. But methinks this is a pleasant city; The seat is good,[48] and yet not strong; and that is great pity. CARISOPHUS (_aside_). I am safe, he is mine own. DAMON. The air subtle and fine, the people should be witty, That dwell under this climate in so pure a region: A trimmer plat I have not seen in my peregrination. Nothing misliketh me in this country, But that I heard such muttering of cruelty: Fame reporteth strange things of Dionysius, But kings’ matters passing our reach, pertain not to us. CARISOPHUS. Dionysius, quoth you? since the world began, In Sicilia never reigned so cruel a man: A despiteful tyrant to all men; I marvel, I, That none makes him away, and that suddenly. DAMON. My friend, the gods forbid so cruel a thing That any man should lift up his sword against the king! Or seek other means by death him to prevent, Whom to rule on earth the mighty gods have sent. But, my friend, leave off this talk of King Dionysius. CARISOPHUS. Why, sir? he cannot hear us.