Another Dance.—Enter Orgilus.
Org. Brave Ithocles is murder’d, murder’d cruelly.
(Aside to Calantha).
Cal. How dull this music sounds! Strike up more sprightly:
Our footings are not active like our heart,[[26]]
Which treads the nimbler measure.
Org. I am thunderstruck.
The last Change.—Music ceases.
Cal. So; Let us breathe awhile. Hath not this motion
Rais’d fresher colours on our cheek?