CRI. Friends! why, is there any difference between you?
ASO. No; I mean acquaintance, to know one another.
CRI. O, now I apprehend you; your phrase was without me before.
ASO. In good faith, he's a most excellent rare man, I warrant
him.
CRI. 'Slight, they are mutually enamour'd by this time. [ASIDE.]
ASO. Will you, sweet Crites?
CRI. Yes, yes.
ASO. Nay, but when? you'll defer it now, and forget it.
CRI. Why, is it a thing of such present necessity, that it
requires so violent a dispatch!
ASO. No, but would I might never stir, he's a most ravishing man!
Good Crites, you shall endear me to you, in good faith; la!
CRI. Well, your longing shall be satisfied, sir.
ASO. And withal, you may tell him what my father was, and how well
he left me, and that I am his heir.
CRI. Leave it to me, I'll forget none of your dear graces, I
warrant you.
ASO. Nay, I know you can better marshal these affairs than I can
-- O gods! I'd give all the world, if I had it, for abundance of
such acquaintance.
CRI. What ridiculous circumstance might I devise now, to bestow
this reciprocal brace of butterflies one upon another? [ASIDE.]
AMO. Since I trod on this side the Alps, I was not so frozen in my
invention.
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