To see the color of your gratitude?
Phil. What's done, though ne'er so well, but makes a way
For what's to do, Nauresta.
Nau. Ah, my lord,
I know not how to please you.
Phil. Learn. To me
Be wax, and adamant to all touch else.
Mad Dionysius is in revels lost;
Dion is far too stern for common love;
Between the two my hope makes fair ascent