PHI. And then his several colours he wears; wherein he flourisheth changeably, every day. PHA. O, but his short hair, and his narrow eyes! PHI. Why she doats more palpably upon him than ever his father did upon her. PHA. Believe me, the young gentleman deserves it. If she could doat more, 'twere not amiss. He is an exceeding proper youth, and would have made a most neat barber surgeon, if he had been put to it in time. PHI. Say you so? Methinks he looks like a tailor already. PHA. Ay, that had sayed on one of his customer's suits. His face is like a squeezed orange, or-- ARG. Well ladies, jest on: the best of you both would be glad of such a servant. MOR. Ay, I'll be sworn would they, though he be a little shame-faced. PHA. Shame-faced, Moria! out upon him. Your shame-faced servant is your only gull. MOR. Go to, beauties, make much of time, and place, and occasion, and opportunity, and favourites, and things that belong to them, for I'll ensure you they will all relinquish; they cannot endure above another year; I know it out of future experience; and therefore take exhibition, and warning: I was once a reveller myself, and though I speak it, as mine own trumpet, I was then esteem'd-- PHI. The very march-pane of the court, I warrant you. PHA. And all the gallants came about you like flies, did they not? MOR. Go to, they did somewhat; that's no matter now. PHA. Nay, good Moria, be not angry. Put case, that we four now had the grant from Juno, to wish ourselves into what happy estate we could, what would you wish to be, Moria? MOR. Who, I! let me see now. I would wish to be a wise woman, and know all the secrets of court, city, and country. I would know what were done behind the arras, what upon the stairs, what in the garden, what in the nymphs' chamber, what by barge, and what by coach. I would tell you which courtier were scabbed and which not; which lady had her own face to lie with her a-nights and which not; who put off their teeth with their clothes in court, who their hair, who their complexion; and in which box they put it. There should not a nymph, or a widow, be got with child in the verge, but I would guess, within one or two, who was the right father, and in what month it was gotten; with what words, and which way. I would tell you which madam loved a monsieur, which a player, which a page; who slept with her husband, who with her friend, who with her gentleman-usher, who with her horse-keeper, who with her monkey, and who with all; yes, and who jigg'd the cock too. PHA. Fie, you'd tell all, Moria! If I should wish now, it should be to have your tongue out. But what says Philautia? Who should she be?