Hep. I pittie the poore painter if he be in love.
Alex. Pitie him not, I pray thee. That severe gravity set aside, what doe you thinke of love? 30
Hep. As the Macedonians doe of their hearbe beet,—which looking yellow in the ground and blacke in the hand,—thinke it better seene than toucht.
Alex. But what doe you imagine it to be?
Hep. A word, by superstition thought a god, by use turned to 35 an humour, by selfe-will made a flattering madnesse.
Alex. You are too hard-hearted to thinke so of love. Let us goe to Diogenes. [They cross the stage.] Diogenes, thou mayst thinke it somewhat that Alexander commeth to thee againe so soone.
Diog. If you come to learne, you could not come soone enough; 40 if to laugh, you be come too soone.
Hep. It would better become thee to be more courteous and frame thy self to please.
Diog. And you better to bee lesse, if you durst displease.
Alex. What doest thou thinke of the time we have here? 45