MOR. I can fetch him, sir, but I would be loth to make you turn away your other page. ASO. You shall not most sufficient lady; I will keep both: pray you let's go see him. ARG. Whither goes my love? ASO. I'll return presently, I go but to see a page with this lady. [EXEUNT ASOTUS AND MORIA.] ANA. As sure as fate, 'tis so: she has opened all: a pox of all cockatrices! D--n me, if she have play'd loose with me, I'll cut her throat within a hair's breadth, so it may be heal'd again. MER. What, is he jealous of his hermaphrodite? CUP. O, ay, this will be excellent sport. PHI. Phantaste, Argurion! what, you are suddenly struck, methinks! For love's sake let's have some music till they come: Ambition, reach the lyra, I pray you. HED. Anything to which my Honour shall direct me. PHI. Come Amorphus, cheer up Phantaste. AMO. It shall be my pride, fair lady, to attempt all that is in my power. But here is an instrument that alone is able to infuse soul into the most melancholic and dull-disposed creature upon earth. O, let me kiss thy fair knees. Beauteous ears attend it. HED. Will you have "the Kiss" Honour? PHI. Ay, good Ambition. HEDON SINGS. O, that joy so soon should waste! Or so sweet a bliss As a kiss Might not for ever last! So sugar'd, so melting, so soft, so delicious, The dew that lies on roses, When the morn herself discloses, Is not so precious. O rather than I would it smother, Were I to taste such another; It should be my wishing That I might die with kissing. HED. I made this ditty, and the note to it, upon a kiss that my Honour gave me; how like you it, sir? AMO. A pretty air; in general, I like it well: but in particular, your long die-note did arride me most, but it was somewhat too long. I can show one almost of the same nature, but much before it, and not so long, in a composition of mine own. I think I have both the note and ditty about me. HED. Pray you, sir, see.