Al. I believe you can't but see now.
Ba. Now I can scarce see you.
Al. Ah poor Man, how total a Darkness has seized your Eyes! This Art would open even the Eyes of an old Coachman: But however, don't plague yourself about it, perhaps 'tis better for you not to see it, lest you should come off as ill by seeing the Muses, as Actæon did by seeing Diana: For you'd perhaps be in Danger of being turn'd either into a Hedgehog, or a wild Boar, a Swine, a Camel, a Frog, or a Jackdaw. But however, if you can't see, I'll make you hear 'em, if you don't make a Noise; they are just a-coming this Way. Let's meet 'em. Hail, most welcome Goddesses.
Mu. And you heartily, Lover of the Muses.
Al. What makes you pull me so?
Ba. You an't as good as your Word.
Al. Why don't you hear 'em?
Ba. I hear somewhat, but I don't know what it is.
Al. Well, I'll speak Latin to 'em then. Whither are you going so fine and so brisk? Are you going to Louvain to see the University?
Mu. No, we assure you, we won't go thither.