[Phillistus enters opposite and stands in shadow, gazing at Theano]
Phil. I've little hope to cheat her more. Her eyes
Are at the windows of my heart and read
Each dark recess. Well, let love go if 't must.
The joys of hate are no less deep,—and she
Is mine! [Approaches] Theano? I am here.
The. I see.
Phil. My day of days has come! One kiss to crown it.
Art still unkind? Ah, sweet, where is the smile
Should dress thee in a fairer light than gilds