Cle. If you'll have Ergasto be of the parley, it must be of the ladies; for he is desperately in love.
Phor. If the disease grow old in him, I'll pay the physician; but be it so, and let it be lawful to change as often as we will.
Erg. What, the ladies?
Phor. The discourse of them and themselves too, if we could arrive to it. But what is she you love?
Erg. One that I would sacrifice half my life to have but a week's enjoying of.
Phor. At these games of love we set all; but the best is, we cannot stake, and there's no loss of credit in the breaking. Cleon, hast thou seen him with his mistress?
Cle. Yes, and he stands gazing on her, as if he were begging of an alms.
Phor. 'Tis not ill-done; but does he not speak to her?
Cle. Never but in hyperboles; tells her, her eyes are stars, which astronomers should only study to know our fate by.