Ag. Peuh, I would have had 'em Peach-colour,
All young, and new about me: and this Scarf here
A goodly thing: you have trickt me like a Puppet.
1 Gen. I'll undertake to rig forth a whole Navy,
And with less labor than one man in love.
They are never pleas'd.
2 Gen. Methinks he looks well.
1 Gen. Well:
As man can look, as handsome: now do I wonder
He found not fault his Nose was put on ugly,
Or his Eyes lookt too gray, and rail at us,
They are the waywards things, these Lovers.
2 Gent. All will be right.
When once it comes to th' push.
1 Gent. I would they were at it
For our own quiet sake.
Ag. Come, wait upon me,
And bear your selves like mine, my friends, and nobly. [Ex.
Scæna Tertia.
Enter Theanor, Crates, and Erat[on], bringing Merione.
Erat. This is her Brothers door.