Phil. A vine-lark's nest.
Nau. Touch 't not. We'll lose a song by you. 'Tis strange
These dare-wings build about our heads, when they
So fear us.
Phil. Farther. Birds are not my study.
[They move aside]
Nau. Frowning again, my lord?
Phil. And reason for it.
I like not yonder pairing.
[Looks at Theano and Ocrastes]