The. All that is good
In you I love. Now thou'st the measure, sir,
For my affection. Is it small enough?
Phil. By heaven, you do not mince it!
Nau. [Waking] Is that my daughter?
The. See, mother, I have brought this drink for you.
[Pours beverage into cup and offers to Nauresta]
There's health in 't. Is there not, Phillistus?
Phil. Ay,