Then coyly swooned, but her reviving eye,
Methinks, looked kindly on his youthful beauty.
Phil. [Watching Theano] And the young lord? Did not his countenance
Play hers a blushing match?
Her. Ay, shame and will
Mapped out his face between 'em, but short met
In love's red constancy.
The. O! O!
Her. Once more
The lady fainted, but 'twas in his arms.