ACT III
Scene: The assembly ground of the Spartans. Maidens discovered. A dance is ending.
Nac. We limped through that. Apollo! Are there thorns
I' the grass? We'll better it. Come!
Dia. No time. I hear
The senators.
Nac. They wait beyond the bridge
For old Aristogeiton. Come, my maids!
You, Dianessa need to school your toes.
'Twas you played wild-foot—twice!
Art. Save her a slip
When Agis' eye is on her!
Nac. Faith, she'd be
No bride this year!
Dia. What ache for that? His love
Is slight if 't hangs upon my toes.
Nac. My troth!
Less might catch more!
Dia. You, Nacia, are not so lithe
As a ferret in a hoop. An Athens maid
Might labor so in all her skirts.