Syl. Thou dream'st: thou can'st not do it.
Del. I'll undertake it; but how shall I know him
Without inquiring, which must breed suspicion?
Syl. True, and beware thou ask; the majesty
Which sits upon his brow will say 'tis he—
Thyrsis my love. But yet, perhaps, at this time,
If I myself not flatter, thou shalt know him
By his eyes cast down and folding of his arms,
And often sighs that interrupt his words.
For if his sorrow wears the liveries
Which mine does for his absence, by these signs
Thou shalt descry him.
Del. These are silent marks:
Yet will I not despair to find him out.
Syl. But when thou hast, what wilt thou say to him?
Del. Give me but leave to use my mother-wit.
You would be gone together, would you not?
Syl. Thou speak'st my thoughts: do this, and I will crown
Thy faith: thou shalt be queen instead of me.
Del. If you could crown me with your virtues, madam,
I should be a queen indeed; in the meantime,
As I am Delia, I'll do this business.
Syl. Do it, and when th' hast done, the god of love
Reward thee with thine own desires for this.
Del. Madam, withdraw; I hear your keepers coming. [Exeunt.