Carpophorus.
I have ordered him a bath,
Strong restoring powers it hath,
Which his illness must displace:—
Polemius.
Sir, relying on you then,
I will give you ample wealth,
If you can restore his health.
Carpophorus.
Still I cannot tell you when,
But I shall return and see him
Frequently; in fact 'till he
Is from all his ailment free,
From my hand I will not free him.
Polemius.
For your kindness I am grateful.
Chrysanthus.
He alone has power to cure me.
Since he knows what will allure me,
When all other modes are hateful. [Exit Carpophorus.
(Enter Escarpin.)
Escarpin.
All this garden of delight
Must be beauty's birth-place sure,
Here the fresh rose doubly pure,
Here the jasmin doubly white,
Learn to-day a newer grace,
Lovelier red, more dazzling snow.
Polemius.
Why?
Escarpin.
