As truly virtuous as his face is fair?
Nau. True, but he's not for you. Believe it.
The. Ah!
Nau. Nor grieve my heart with pleading to know more.
Some day I'll speak, but now my bosom's locked
With key not in my hands.
The. Mother, I pray
You'll give no more a flattered, willing ear
To lord Phillistus' tongue.
Nau. What do you mean?