Challenging King Basilio's, now in sight,
And bearing down upon us.

CAPT.
Sir, you hear;
A little hesitation and delay,
And all is lost--your own right, and the lives
Of those who now maintain it at that cost;
With you all saved and won; without, all lost.
That former recognition of your right
Grant but a dream, if you will have it so;
Great things forecast themselves by shadows great:
Or will you have it, this like that dream too,
People, and place, and time itself, all dream
Yet, being in't, and as the shadows come
Quicker and thicker than you can escape,
Adopt your visionary soldiery,
Who, having struck a solid chain away,
Now put an airy sword into your hand,
And harnessing you piece-meal till you stand
Amidst us all complete in glittering,
If unsubstantial, steel--

ROSAURA (without).
The Prince! The Prince!

CAPT.
Who calls for him?

SOL.