Sil. This youth hath power to win Eurymine.
Ge. This straungers beautie beares away my prize.
Sil. This straunger will bewitch her with his eies.
Ge. It is Adonis.
Sil. It is Ganymede.
Ge. My blood is chill.
Sil. My hearte is colde as Leade.
Eu. Faire youthes, you have forgot for what ye came: You seeke your Love, shee's gone.
Ge. The more to blame.
Eu. Not so; my sister had no will to go But that our parents dread commaund was so.