CUP. Yes, I must needs tell you she composes a sack-posset well; and would court a young page sweetly, but that her breath is against it. MER. Now, her breath or something more strong protect me from her! The other, the other, Cupid. CUP. O, that's my lady and mistress, madam Philautia. She admires not herself for any one particularity, but for all: she is fair, and she knows it; she has a pretty light wit too, and she knows it; she can dance, and she knows that too; play at shuttle-cock, and that too: no quality she has, but she shall take a very particular knowledge of, and most lady-like commend it to you. You shall have her at any time read you the history of herself, and very subtilely run over another lady's sufficiencies to come to her own. She has a good superficial judgment in painting; and would seem to have so in poetry. A most complete lady in the opinion of some three beside herself. PHI. Faith, how liked you my quip to Hedon, about the garter? Was't not witty? MOR. Exceeding witty and integrate: you did so aggravate the jest withal. PHI. And did I not dance movingly the last night? MOR. Movingly! out of measure, in troth, sweet charge. MER. A happy commendation, to dance out of measure! MOR. Save only you wanted the swim in the turn: O! when I was at fourteen-- PHI. Nay, that's mine own from any nymph in the court, I'm sure on't; therefore you mistake me in that, guardian: both the swim and the trip are properly mine; every body will affirm it that has any judgment in dancing, I assure you. PHA. Come now, Philautia, I am for you; shall we go? PHI. Ay, good Phantaste: What! have you changed your head-tire? PHA. Yes, faith; the other was so near the common, it had no extraordinary grace; besides, I had worn it almost a day, in good troth. PHI. I'll be sworn, this is most excellent for the device, and rare; 'tis after the Italian print we look'd on t'other night. PHA. 'Tis so: by this fan, I cannot abide any thing that savours the poor over-worn cut, that has any kindred with it; I must have variety, I: this mixing in fashion, I hate it worse than to burn juniper in my chamber, I protest. PHI. And yet we cannot have a new peculiar court-tire, but these retainers will have it; these suburb Sunday-waiters; these courtiers for high days; I know not what I should call 'em-- PHA. O, ay, they do most pitifully imitate; but I have a tire a coming, i'faith, shall-- MOR. In good certain, madam, it makes you look most heavenly; but, lay your hand on your heart, you never skinn'd a new beauty more prosperously in your life, nor more metaphysically: look good lady, sweet lady, look. PHI. 'Tis very clear and well, believe me. But if you had seen mine yesterday, when 'twas young, you would have--Who's your doctor, Phantaste?