CUP. It will tarry the rather, for the antiperistasis will keep it
in.
MER. I long to see the experiment.
CUP. Why, their marrow boils already, or they are all turn'd
eunuchs.
MER. Nay, an't be so, I'll give over speaking, and be a spectator
only.
[THE FIRST DANCE ENDS.]
AMO. Cynthia, by my bright soul, is a right exquisite and
spendidious lady; yet Amorphus, I think, hath seen more fashions, I
am sure more countries; but whether I have or not, what need we
gaze on Cynthia, that have ourself to admire?
PHA. O, excellent Cynthia! yet if Phantaste sat where she does,
and had such attire on her head, (for attire can do much,) I say
no more -- but goddesses are goddesses, and Phantaste is as she is!
I would the revels were done once, I might go to my school of glass
again, and learn to do myself right after all this ruffling.
[MUSIC; THEY BEGIN THE SECOND DANCE.]
MER. How now Cupid? here's a wonderful change with your brandish!
do you not hear how they dote?
CUP. What prodigy is this? no word of love, no mention, no
motion!
MER. Not a word my little ignis fatue, not a word.
CUP. Are my darts enchanted? is their vigour gone? is their
virtue --
MER. What! Cupid turned jealous of himself? ha, ha, ha!
CUP.
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