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] Sem. And how, and how, my lord?

Ors. A mighty prince,

And full of curiosity! Hearts newly slain

Serv'd up entire, and stuck with little arrows

Instead of cloves.

Phi. Sometimes a cheek plump'd up

With broth, with cream and claret mingled

For sauce, and round about the dish

Pomegranate kernels, strew'd on leaves of lilies!

Ors. Then will he have black eyes, for those of late

He feeds on much, and for variety

The grey.

Phi. You forget his cover'd dishes

Of jenestrays, and marmalade of lips,

Perfum'd by breath sweet as the bean's first blossoms.

Sem. Rare!

And what's the drink to all this meat, my lord?

Ors. Nothing but pearl dissolv'd, tears still fresh fetch'd

From lovers' eyes, which, if they come to be

Warm in the carriage, are straight cool'd with sighs.

Sem. And all this rich proportion perchance

We would allow him.

Ors. True: but therefore this

Is but his common diet, only serves

When his chief cooks, Liking and Opportunity,

Are out of the way; for, when he feasts indeed,

'Tis there where the wise people of the world

Did place the virtues—i' th' middle, madam.

Ori. My lord,

There is so little hope we should convert you;

And, if we should, so little got by it,

That we'll not lose so much upon't as sleep.

Your lordship's servants.

Ors. Nay, ladies, we'll wait upon you to your chambers.

Phi. Prithee, let's spare the compliment: we shall do

no good.

Ors. By this hand, I'll try:

They keep me fasting, and I must be praying. [Exeunt

Agl. Undress me; is it not late, Iolina?

It was the longest day this