Not that!
Nau. Yet were he villain, is not love
The soul's sweet cleanser and redeeming incense?
The. The serpent and the bee make food and venom
Of the same flower's sweetness; so fair minds
In love enlarge with merit, while villainy,
Sucking such sweet, swells rank and poisonous.
Nau. No more, my daughter!
[Enter courtiers, right]
Nau. Good-day, my lords! You are early from the play. Did it not please you?