That aged ears play truant at his tales,
075 And younger hearings are quite ravished;
[076] So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in love,
That every one her own hath garnished
With such bedecking ornaments of praise?
[080] First Lord. Here comes Boyet.
Re-enter Boyet.
Prin.
080 Now, what admittance, lord?