Averse from begging; and resolved to pay
Ten times the gift it asks.
Ptol. I have been to blame;
And you have justly taxed my long neglect.
I am young, and am a lover; and how far
Fair eyes may make even kings forgetful, look,
And read my best excuse.
Clean. O miracle! He blushes!
The first red virtue I have ever seen
Upon that face. [Aside.