[Exit Crysus. Alexander crosses to the part of the stage opposite the tub of Diogenes where Apelles and Campaspe are.] 60
Apelles![885]
Apel. Here.
Alex. Now, gentlewoman, doth not your beautie put the painter to his trumpe?
Camp. Yes, my lord, seeing so disordered a countenance, hee feareth hee shall shadow a deformed counterfeite. 65
Alex. Would he could colour the life with the feature! And mee thinketh, Apelles, were you as cunning as report saith you are, you may paint flowres as well with sweet smels as fresh colours, observing in your mixture such things as should draw neere to their savours. 70
Apel. Your Majestie must know, it is no lesse hard to paint savours than vertues; colours can neither speake nor thinke.
Alex. Where doe you first begin when you draw any picture?
Apel. The proportion of the face in just compasse as I can.
Alex. I would begin with the eye, as a light to all the rest. 75