Pa. What? Why either the one loiter'd and stopp'd in his Course, or the other run faster (out-run him).
Eu. Oh! Time does not stay, how much soever Men may loiter.
Po. Come, tell us, Glycion truly, how many Years do you number?
Gl. More than Ducats in my Pocket.
Po. Well, but how many?
Gl. Threescore and six.
Eu. Why thou'lt never be old.
Po. But by what Arts hast thou kept off old Age? for you have no grey Hairs, nor Wrinkles in your Skin, your Eyes are lively, your Teeth are white and even, you have a fresh Colour, and a plump Body.
Gl. I'll tell you my Art, upon Condition you'll tell us your Art of coming to be old so soon.
Po. I agree to the Condition. I'll do it. Then tell us whither you went when you left Paris.