CIV.

What? should a lover adore, yet cruelly slander adoring? I my lady, than eyes goodlier easily she? Nay, I rail not at all. How rail, so blindly desiring? Tappo alone dare brave all that is heinous, or you.

Mentula toils, Pimplea, the Muses' mountain, ascending: They with pitchforks hurl Mentula dizzily down.

Walks with a salesman a beauty, your eyes that beauty discerning? Doubt not your eyes speak true; Sir, 'tis a beauty to sell.