Al. No! don't you see a Company of pretty Maids there?
Ba. What do you mean, to make a Fool of me at this Rate? I can't see a bit of a Maid any where.
Al. Hush, they're just now coming out of the Grove. Oh admirable! How neat they are! How charmingly they look! 'Tis a heavenly Sight.
Ba. What! Are you possess'd?
Al. Oh, I know who they are; they're the nine Muses and the three Graces, I wonder what they're a-doing. I never in all my Life saw 'em more charmingly dress'd, nor in a gayer Humour; they have every one of 'em got Crowns of Laurel upon their Heads, and their Instruments of Musick in their Hands. And how lovingly the Graces go Side by Side! How becomingly they look in their loose Dress, with their Garments flowing and trailing after 'em.
Ba. I never heard any Body talk more like a mad Man in all my Days, than you do.
Al. You never saw a happier Man in all your Life-Time.
Ba. Pray what's the Matter, that you can see and I can't?
Al. Because you have never drank of the Muses Fountain; and no Body can see 'em but they that have.
Ba. I have drank plentifully out of Scotus's Fountain.