Fred. I cannot possibly imagine who they are.—At least I will not tell you. [Aside.
Duke. There's something very uncommon in the air of one of them.
Fred. Please you, sir, I'll discourse with her, and see if I can satisfy your highness.
Duke. Stay, there's a dance beginning, and she seems as if she would make one.
SONG AND DANCE.
Long betwixt love and fear Phyllis, tormented,
Shunned her own wish, yet at last she consented:
But loth that day should her blushes discover,
Come, gentle night, she said,
Come quickly to my aid,