When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan [strond.]
Tra. Saw you no more? mark'd you not how her sister
Began to scold and raise up such a storm
That mortal ears might [hardly] [endure] the din?
Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move
And with her breath she did perfume the air:
Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her.
Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance.
I [pray,] awake, sir: if you love the [maid,]
Bend thoughts and [wits] to achieve her. Thus it stands: