Meth. Run, snail!
Bren. Not I, by Vulcan's limp!
[Theano appears at smaller entrance of palace]
The. Methone?
[Brentio runs into garden]
The. [Coming out] You here, Methone? Attend the lady Nauresta.
I fear your pleasure and your duty lie
Too far apart. [Exit Methone, right]
Ocrastes, come! My love!
Fair clos�d flowers that wait the royal dawn