New grace from heaven to adorn thee still.
[Exeunt Dion and Aristocles]
Nau. Now, Aratea, the song of praise! Which of the gods is he most like?
Ara. Like none of them. Jove is long-bearded, Neptune has forgot to walk, Mercury is boyish, Apollo like a woman, and Mars so heavy-footed he would stumble mocking the grace of Aristocles!
Nau. 'Tis plain a curious eye will never take you to Olympus, since you've seen the Athenian.
Ara. I own I have a sudden comfort from this gentle sage.
Nau. What is it?
Ara. You know my Dion has one only fault.
Nau. O, all but perfect man!