Julio. Under twenty—fair complexion, azure eyes, red lips, teeth of pearl, polished neck, fine turned shape, graceful——
Car. Hold, Julio, if thou lov'st me!—Is it possible she can be so bewitching a creature?
Julio. 'Tis possible—though, to deal plainly, I never saw her: but I love my own pleasure so well, that I could fancy all that, and ten times more.
Car. What star does she inhabit?
Julio. 'Faith, I know not; my orders are to be in waiting, at seven, at the Prado.
Car. Prado!—hey!—gad! can't you take me with you? for though I have forsworn the sex myself, and have done with them for ever, yet I may be of use to you, you know.
Julio. 'Faith, I can't see that—however, as you are a poor wo-begone married mortal, I'll have compassion, and suffer thee to come.
Car. Then I am a man again! Wife, avaunt! mistress, farewell!—At seven, you say!
Julio. Exactly.
Car. I'll meet thee at Philippi!