Cle. Ergasto, my Lord Ergasto, what, have you left your tongue with your heart?
Erg. Is she not strangely fair?
Cle. You'll not believe me if I should say the contrary.
Erg. D'ye think that there are such faces in Elysium?
Cle. I'm sure many better go t'other way, if they be not marred in the voyage. But do you remember where you are to meet with Phormio?
Erg. Nor anything else; her beauty makes me forget all things that has no reference to it.
Cle. Heyday! if within these two hours you do not forget the cause of this forgetfulness, I'll be an eunuch. What, if the prince should be your rival? I cannot tell, but my Lord Pindarus on a sudden fell from his anger to his daughter to a ceremony to you might be suspected.
Erg. 'Tis a fear that makes me tremble.
Cle. Courage, man! If you have not lost your memory, your remedy is certain. There are more handsome faces will recompense this loss. Let us meet Phormio. [Exeunt.