SCENE I. -- AN APARTMENT IN THE PALACE.
ENTER PHANTASTE, PHILAUTIA, ARGURION, MORIA, AND CUPID.
PHA. I would this water would arrive once, our travelling friend so commended
to us.
ARG. So would I, for he has left all us in travail with expectation of it.
PHA. Pray Jove, I never rise from this couch, if ever I thirsted more for a thing in
my whole time of being a courtier.
PHI Nor I, I'll be sworn: the very mention of it sets my lips in a worse heat, than if
he had sprinkled them with mercury. Reach me the glass, sirrah.
MOR. They do not peel, sweet charge, do they?
PHI. Yes, a little, guardian.
MOR. O, 'tis an eminent good sign. Ever when my lips do so, I am sure to have
some delicious good drink or other approaching.
ARG. Marry, and this may be good for us ladies, for it seems 'tis far fet by their
stay.
MOR. My palate for yours, dear Honour, it shall prove most elegant I warrant
you. O, I do fancy this gear that's long a coming, with an unmeasurable strain.
PHA. Pray thee sit down, Philautia; that rebatu becomes thee singularly.
PHA. Yes faith. Methinks, thy servant Hedon is nothing so obsequious to thee,
as he was wont to be: I know not how, he is grown out of his garb a-late, he's
warp'd.
MOR. In trueness, and so methinks too; he is much converted.
PHI. Tut; let him be what he will, 'tis an animal I dream not of. This tire,
methinks, makes me look very ingeniously, quick, and spirited; I should be some
Laura, or some Delia, methinks.
