Bren. True, but— Peace! Yonder comes the mistress. I must be off. "Entertainment," quoth my lord. Which means a gentle sally of honest nymphs, and a sort of mild, virtuous music at hide-and-seek in the vineyard. You must to court if you would know how wenches can trip in Sicily. Come, brother stranger. I'll take care o' your enjoyments. You shall see us with both eyes, I promise you.
[Exeunt Brentio and Tichus. Enter, left, Aratea, Theano, Nauresta, Ocrastes and Phillistus]
Ara. I'm not convinced, Phillistus. Who may search
The wreckage 'neath a smile, or count the tears
Deep in a stoic eye? Let us believe
Aristocles is not in nature cold
As his philosophy.
Oc. I'll freeze my sword
A winter night, then warm his heart by 't. Cold!
The. You've seen him?