Pau. Some songs too.
Lic. By any means some songs: but very short ones,
And honest language Paulus, without bursting,
The air will fall the sweeter.
Pau. A Grace must do it.
Lic. Why let a Grace then.
Pau. Yes it must be so;
And in a Robe of blew too, as I take it.
Lic. This Poet is a little kin to th' Painter
That could paint nothing but a ramping Lion,
So all his learned fancies are blew Graces.
Pau. What think ye of a Sea-nymph, and a Heaven?
Lic. Why what should she do there man? there's no water.
Pau. That's true, it must be a Grace, and yet
Me thinks a Rain bow.
Lic. And in blew.