Diog. And when you have done so, I pray you remove your court further from my cabin, because I will not be a courtier.
Alex. But here commeth Apelles. Apelles, what peece of work 75 have you now in hand?
Apel. None in hand, if it like your Majestie; but I am devising a platforme[971] in my head.
Alex. I thinke your hand put it in your head. Is it nothing about Venus? 80
Apel. No, but something above[972] Venus.
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Page. Apelles, Apelles, looke aboute[972] you! Your shop is on fire!
Apel. [starting off]. Aye mee, if the picture of Campaspe be burnt, I am undone! 85
Alex. Stay, Apelles; no haste. It is your heart is on fire, not your shop; and if Campaspe hang there, I would shee were burnt. But have you the picture of Campaspe? Belike you love her well, that you care not though all be lost, so she be safe.
Apel. Not love her! But your Majestie knowes that painters in 90 their last workes are said to excell themselves; and in this I have so much pleased my selfe, that the shadow as much delighteth mee, being an artificer, as the substance doth others, that are amorous.