For know you not that love on blushes feeds
As plundering bees on roses? He is sure!
'Twill task you hard to ward from port who bears
So bold a sail.
Nau. But I will do it. Ay!
Phil. Again you are all mine! [Nauresta moves to Theano and Ocrastes]
Thus do I woo
The mother, with the daughter in my eye.
Ara. [To Aristocles] Ah, yes, I know you'll cast fond
sighs toward Athens,