[102] That the main harvest reaps: loose now and then
A scatter’d smile, and that I’ll live upon.
[104] Phe. Know’st thou the youth that spoke to me erewhile?
105 Sil. Not very well, but I have met him oft;
And he hath bought the cottage and the bounds
[107] That the old carlot once was master of.
Phe. Think not I love him, though I ask for him;
’Tis but a peevish boy; yet he talks well;
110 But what care I for words? yet words do well
When he that speaks them pleases those that hear.