Yet all his applications were to you.
Vict. I minded not his words.
Cel. He made a warm beginning of a love.
Vict. It seems my thoughts were otherwise employed.
Cel. Neither your thoughts nor eyes could be employed
Upon a nobler object.
Vict. That's your judgment.
Cel. His every action, nay, his every motion.
Were graceful, and becoming his high birth.
Vict. All of a piece, and all like other men.