LIVIA.
How do I look to-day?
EUDEMUS.
Excellent clear, believe it. This same fucus
Was well laid on.
LIVIA.
Methinks 'tis here not white.
EUDEMUS.
Lend me your scarlet, lady. 'Tis the sun,
Hath giv'n some little taint unto the ceruse.
You should have used of the white oil I gave you.
Sejanus for your love! his very name
Commandeth above Cupid or his shafts....
'Tis now well, lady, you should
Use the dentifrice I prescribed to you too,
To clear your teeth, and the prepared pomatum
To smooth the skin.—A lady cannot be
Too curious of her form, that still would hold
The heart of such a person, made her captive,
As you have his; who to endear him more
In your clear eye, hath put away his wife,
Fair Apicata, and made spacious room
To your new pleasures.
LIVIA.