His meaning keeps the orbit of high thought,
And will not dwell in gross and simple words.
Oc. Ho, mistress Dion, you too would like to spin
Your cobwebs round the moon! [To Aristocles] Get you to Athens,
While you may say to Dion she is true!
[Aristocles tries to speak]
O, ay, I know what you would say, my lord.
You would not love Aurora though she dropped
Her morning mantle at your feet and blushed
Herself revestured. No! But Aratea!