Arist. (gruffly, as if finding fault.) It’s sweetly pretty, ma’am,
And very nicely sung. I like it much.
Zeo. What! Aristæus pleased?
Arist. (very savagely).Of course I am;
I’m always pleased with every thing.
Altem.Indeed!
Men look on Aristæus as a man
Whom nothing satisfies.
Arist. (with outrageous bluntness). Then men are wrong,
No child’s more easily amused than I.