AMO. Ay, hereafter you may: and it will not be altogether an ungrateful study. For, let your soul be assured of this, in any rank or profession whatever, the more general or major part of opinion goes with the face and simply respects nothing else. Therefore, if that can be made exactly, curiously, exquisitely, thoroughly, it is enough: but for the present you shall only apply yourself to this face of the elementary courtier, a light, revelling, and protesting face, now blushing, now smiling, which you may help much with a wanton wagging of your head, thus, (a feather will teach you,) or with kissing your finger that hath the ruby, or playing with some string of your band, which is a most quaint kind of melancholy besides: or, if among ladies, laughing loud, and crying up your own wit, though perhaps borrow'd, it is not amiss. Where is your page? call for your casting-bottle, and place your mirror in your hat, as I told you; so! Come, look not pale, observe me, set your face, and enter. MER. O, for some excellent painter, to have taken the copy of all these faces! [ASIDE.] ASO. Prosaites! AMO. Fie! I premonish you of that: in the court, boy, lacquey, or sirrah. COS. Master, lupus in--O, 'tis Prosaites. ENTER PROSAITES. ASO. Sirrah, prepare my casting-bottle; I think I must be enforced to purchase me another page; you see how at hand Cos waits here. [EXEUNT AMORPHUS, ASOTUS, COS, AND PROSAITES.] MER. So will he too in time. CUP. What's he Mercury?