Than Plutus: talking big is foolishness.
MILO.
I talk not big. But lay the corn-ears low
And trill the while some love-song—easier so
Will seem your toil: you used to sing, I know.
BATTUS.
Maids of Pieria, of my slim lass sing!
One touch of yours ennobles everything.
[Sings]
Fairy Bombyca! thee do men report